A Plagiaristic* Passage

My pen feels like a paintbrush. I don’t feel time when I sleep.* My best friends: people I like, but people I don’t love.* Efficiency frustrates, turn it down. I try to get my friends excited, about not being invited.* I say, blue & white, clouds… sunlight. It’s hard to make a point.* It’s an […]

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Truckee / Tahoe

Spending time in a special place 8,000 feet above sea level. Closer to the sun here. The air is crisp and thin and it makes the drinks feel┬ástronger. The arid smell of pine seeping┬áthrough the sun roof at 40 mph. Jeffreys, Sugars, Ponderosas. Oxygen breeds mindfulness. Retro motel signage. Vacancy. Competition breeds color TVs, HBO, […]

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