Category: Travel
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Raton McDonald’s Greasy floor Traveler cacophony Chaos to the ears and mind French fries dipped in ketchup A milkshake, cheeseburger… Read more.
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Sometimes I don’t want anything to do with anything I feel blank The pencil tip is broken I’m in prison… Read more.
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Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.
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There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher… Read more.
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this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is… Read more.
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It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came… Read more.
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A long morning yawns its mallow yellow yawn out there on the grass where the trees and the heart live,… Read more.
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Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations… Read more.
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“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Read more.
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I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Read more.
