It took far too long to type this.

[i_am_a_deadman]

Ten till nine. The morning fog has come and gone, traffic is at a dull roar, and I am sitting, half naked and unable to sleep, on my bed. The floor is covered with clothes, loose change, books, newspapers, compact discs, amplifiers, and a mattress that is accompanied by neither box spring nor frame. My coffee table, the one piece of furniture that

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[cornered_ego]

The secret realizations of nomads.