tryptich

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Theo slumped back against the station. Had her on auto pilot. Wishin' a sweet senorita could bear him a while. Next to these hills ain't very much else. Sun hangin' low, ants chompin' away. Bearin' him by the seat of his pants. One thousand times a day. Ear covered with hat. See those bent cacti.
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    · 24 years ago
    desist wid de teasin, boy! where be the revelation. where be the view with a room?
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    · 24 years ago
    I don't see any bent cacti, just bent IDIOTS!
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