He knocks it on the table. Then the wall. Then a door.
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dour thoughts
There are things I will never recover. There are things I shouldn’t keep.
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weeding wonder
I’m doing grubby pulls, the grossest of the gross, a final sweep before we RFID everything. Get those torn, ragged, stained, worn smokers’ home monstrosities off the shelf.
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the middle highway
Who knows how many times the collection had been shifted till at last stars aligned and mind and no mind met Arizona highways?
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all backed up
I returned from Costa Rica to a sick machine. Can’t fool me, I knew it was a goner, and it did too.
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had me at we’ll turn invisible
Part dare, part dream camping in Texas on Halloween? aw what the hell, yes please.
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mississippi megalops
I have a hard time relaxing. Every hour is structured, how else will life and death get done? and when the warm weather comes and wants my sweat, I kinda freak out.
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scared funny
It’s funny, because it really is scary.
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aaaaaaaaand we’re back
were back weeks ago, but Life had other plans.
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winter swamp walkabout
Spring is coming. It’s the Law.
