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[sharpiefied]

Very busy sensing there's nothing down the train tracks except remembering there are only five remaining speakers of Mohave. There might be a loose and rusted spike, a smashed bottle of Bud is likely if I walk long enough into picturing a basketball team of old men and women in a gym in Oklahoma bouncing an orange ball against a team made up of how

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[lusimeles]

that first passage is still visceral i can probably feel the sting.

It was cold and then all the moisture was wicked out of my skin

love this

feel like it should be in a lana del rey video for some reason.

[sharpiefied]

thanks dude.
the lana thing is probably because of the trailer park reference, isn't it? haha. i actually worked at a trailer park for two summers. it was a weird but sweet time.

[lusimeles]

what did you do there?

that, and the ride video! have you seen it yet?

[sharpiefied]

i was a receptionist, so i dealt with tourists, vagabonds, and our eccentric permanent residents on a daily basis. i loved it, long days of drinking sodas and playing volleyball during the slow parts of the day. i worked with a good friend and it felt like we lived in a gentler time, where conversations that spanned hours were a regular thing. there was one particular guy who lived there who used to be a private-eye before his divorce bled him dry; his little sons would visit him every so often, and he would take them swimming in the park pool and buy them candy from the vending machines. he gave us the co-ordinates to a cache of gold in the squamish wilderness, and it's utterly harebrained but i think laura and i are going to try to find it one day.

man, i think i saw an early release of the ride video, because i don't recall the beautiful spoken word parts that bookend it. i re-watched it and it made me all stoked on life. it's very romantic; it reminded me of the roadtrip in nabokov's lolita, and on the road, and mike brodie's