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Where The wild things are

In the midst of an epic eleven hour sleep, a 26 hour journey becomes 29.

Woke up from a dream where I traveled to imaginary philly bus station to witness soviets filing gorby’s execution notice. Laser printed arial.

Full onset train based mysticism has set in. I see the hands of the clock and I am the clock and I am the time.

Salinas!

Hipster kid with acne whose girlfriend is excited about Spoon touring thinks that I have a cool shirt. He’s right.

Aspergers in an older gent going 36 hours up the coast. This is what you pay for, this is why you live. Hunting season.

Holy i have no cell axis and am in the mountains and there is a russian

what in the world

Hour one of a 26 hour train journey. The price and prince of madness. At van nuys. Chatty ham radio operator across aisle.