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sprinkle, sprinkle, motherfucker. don't be cryin' on me. drinking coffee. cleaning. idly entertaining notions of nationwide travel. want a map of the states posted on the wall. want a lot of things. want to find the information, like, are they available here? tiny rooms with a bed and a desk, not much else, available for a day or two? are they available here or am i resigned to shitty motels? will i ever even realize these dreams of travelling and writing or is it all lost and time to build a new dream instead of courting the dreamtails of the bitches who came before me
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