Millennial Urge
Not only the frenetic new rage which permeates Skiattle these days; my own dirty digs with broken tv, vcr, pc and dustmites as big as pigs plus enough hard and soft copy to sort from here to eternity; and the ever present wetfall propel me downtown to Avis for relief, for some Booker T in the ear and away southeast to the badlands of low sun, high hands and sage. I am also drawn by the winking, blinking card-up simplicity of existance under the stars where even the rain is dry and nobody knows me.
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