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Only a fucking idiot would drive across the country with gas prices the way they are ( Read more... )

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The summer solstice dawns on Stonehenge, but i am far away, perched on a scaffold in northern British Columbia, peering with depthless and undeterminable sorrows into turbine #46S8120. Such an old wise man, 31 years old. There is a safety official named Julia watching over the crew as they work. Julia is from Calgary and all of a sudden we are ( Read more... )

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Fuck. I have done what i said i would do. Exclamation points ( Read more... )

There is a paint that they make now that my Mom likes to use. You put the paint on and then when it dries it pulls apart and cracks, and wants to look like old and ancient paint from the 1930's which has taken decades to pull apart and crack. The new paint ages itself in maybe a day or two, i don't know for sure because i have never watched it dry ( Read more... )

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Your feet slowly weld themselves to the planet. But you realise, and you resist. What can blanket such an amperage and soothe it back to its sleeps ( Read more... )

Oh, the rains. The weather that tames and then saturates the flickered complacence. Fate is not your friend, daughters and sons. You are not safe, yet.

Yes, i'm too slow.

It was a surprise that we forgot, being caught just short of the edge, an old run through the rye that you have inherited. Each over their shrinking flock. Oh, the rains.


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