so it goes like this: the pass burst into sporadic flames while driving to moses lake, and if you read this it's merely a symbol. congregation of words shoving and pissing on each other. how can it be described? it's one thing to have the trip at your fingertips and another to have it on paper. your mouth and arms flail around probing crevices that
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Mom and me went mushroom hunting this morning only to be disappointed with how little we could find. We saw a llama.
Went to see The Grapes of Wrath at the Intiman Theatre tonight. I was drawn to Casy the onetime preacher saying "mankin' was holy when it was one thing", and it was only when we began to understand the universe along with every
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