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Thursday, January 28th, 2010 | Author: stinkwallet

In this art space the corners are all filled with broken glass and bottle caps, and I wonder just what it is I’m supposed to be doing here. All these dreams of lost time, and missed events in far away states and provinces, and the trips that have been booked are all racked up on my credit card. The limit of this plastic money lender is not the least of my worries for we’ve got plenty of time to chip it away.

All these expenses, these timely new friends and foes that have filled my belly and helped my ears and eyes experience more, all these expenses, are now welcome and at the same time completely inevitable.