The week breaks clean with a tutelage of vanity. I offer a euphoria of biomechanics. Knowledge paid up-front in rust and optimism. I fell asleep with taped-up hands in an empty garage. The sun was eclipsed with cereal boxes and cheap plastic lenses for the first time in decades. A ribbon horizon as a road leading away from home.
10:51 a.m. - 2017-08-21
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