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rob and eamon begin working nights at the geoduck farm
and i find myself in olympia, not knowing what to do and doing a fairly decent job of doing just that. what a strange, strange day yesterday was...
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This annoying little man was talking to us, or was that we? We tried to forget the art of listening and instead forgot what we were saying. And so we repeated ourselves into an alcoholic oblivion approximated by our hollow hungry words back and forth and forth again, like a thirsty river longing for the desert.
This annoying little man was talking to us, or was that we? We tried to forget the art of listening and instead forgot what we were saying. And so we repeated ourselves into an alcoholic oblivion approximated by our hollow hungry words back and forth and forth again, like a thirsty river longing for the desert.
