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Feb 16, 2004 15:35

and all the motels were full and swollen. travelers stranded and killing time and one another. just a passerby, just like the girls before her. hair getting caught in her mouth, silvered rings against a torn steering wheel. cigarettes on the dashboard and bottles underfoot. an imagination ripe and organic in a common place. knowledge bleeding ( Read more... )

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hissy March 26 2005, 19:04:38 UTC
this still makes me shiver.

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