31 July, 2010

My Own Private Idaho

I always know where I am by the way the road looks. Like I just know that I've been here before. I just know that I've been stuck here. Like this one fucking time before, you know that? There is not another rood anywhere that looks like this road, I mean exactly like this road. It is one kind of place, one of a kind. Like someone's face. Like a fucked up face.


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