Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
I thought I would just sit here and have a coffee I thought I would eavesdrop on a Las Vegas woman who went on about her Yankees hat I thought I would try not to spend money I thought I would stick my nose up at a Starbucks cup I thought the man next toContinue reading “The title of this”
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I wonder how much acreage a business card graveyard would occupy.
Vestitude in moral clock or destitute investitude vestigeous vicissitude vestiture fucklett shimmerette?
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when the brave years that opened my eyes as I arrived in lux illuminance braved open, caved open years upon innocence and astonishment My brave eyes, years and open now caved innocence formed an abject immortal type of creative luminous flux of emittance