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Eat that pizza before it gets cold

What a luxury it is to sit in bed, with a classic movie running in the background.

Food brought by a courier.

Writing on a laptop,

with dreams of being the next Bukowski or Camus.

No ink getting on my sheets. No flees. 22 degrees.

Living the dream, not slaving away in a mine,

or having to choose between food and drink like van Gogh.