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Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

I forgot my means for motion. I felt all wet and loop-holed like the ache of some forgotten cheese. But then my ends found me, clamped between. The door and doorframe of some purgatorial delicatessen. At some shitty bar while playing pool, a local in a silk-printed Hulk shirt told me to never give up my dreams. The beer was 4 a pitcher. Can you be so depressed that you change into a monster? Not green, but blue.

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Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

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Most of the houses on the street are abandoned,. A skunk sitting cop-like and sprawled on a porch bench. A gray fox in a baby carriage. Until I grew lop-eared and anxious.

Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

Your hand on the nape of my neck. I was puking everywhere that night. Luckily, water is the most clear-cut shot at redemption. I promised to fall like an ocean into whatever arms presented themselves. I want to be a cold-blooded lifer walking the warm-blooded beaches. Sympathizing with the physics of a procession,.

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I forgot my means for motion. I felt all wet and loop-holed like the ache of some forgotten cheese. But then my ends found me, clamped between. The door and doorframe of some purgatorial delicatessen. At some shitty bar while playing pool, a local in a silk-printed Hulk shirt told me to never give up my dreams. The beer was 4 a pitcher. Can you be so depressed that you change into a monster? Not green, but blue.

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Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

Your hand on the nape of my neck. I was puking everywhere that night. Luckily, water is the most clear-cut shot at redemption. I promised to fall like an ocean into whatever arms presented themselves. I want to be a cold-blooded lifer walking the warm-blooded beaches. Sympathizing with the physics of a procession,.

Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

Roaming back to my bearings,. Working 17 hours a week at Staples. How many times have I thought about. Stapling myself to the employee announcement board. And waving at the boss when he walks by to refill his coffee? And he never notices. I let the fantasies of the mundane take hold. I have no idea what I actually do everyday. I kept a daily journal but realized it was full of lies. I tried to smear the pages, but realized it was a bologna sandwich.

Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

Gummed stuck in the meated huff I thought of fishing trips,. That time I saw Grandpa tear his webbing between hand and thumb clean out. Haste was thick and rising. The bass lay in the boat, gaping. I took the hook out.

Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

I caught myself drifting again, metallic pluck of iron sent me hauling. My dreams, allowances, or dismembered muse babe.

Big Bill and the Lonely Nation, Part II PLACES TO GO TO DIE

I awake from a carousel feverdream. Has kept me pressed against the seat. Between the laughter is a guardrail.