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Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-Seven 1. Hell is the monster. 2. People in hell are the bones of the fire. 3. Handcuffed behind their back and screaming. 4. With bones of burning liquid. 5. It's real. 6. Don't go...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-Six 1. Underneath all these explosions is a song. 2. I'm tired of living in a scar. 3. Dare on the carbon monoxide of caution. 4. Err on the carbon monoxide of fashion. 5. Is it sty...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-Five 1. Pessimism is the great, great grandfather of optimism. 2. True optimism is born in a vacuum of hope. 3. Take heart, O disenfranchised one. It is the marginalized whose faith...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-Four 1. I'm tired of hateful, unimaginative people; 2. Rookies of the new end, 3. Eaters of the fishhook. 4. Who ate the history books? 5. Who took 6. The low-down dirty smile, 7. A...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-Three 1. I-40 is the Northern Front. 2. I need to get out of this beat. 3. Border outpost rust stop. 4. Dollar store mystery. 5. Oil pump jerky. 6. BBQ wells pumping. 7. Horses beyo...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-Two 1. Embrace the possibility of cartoon physics. 2. Resist the implementation of centralized digital birds. 3. Ride on the words and wings of dreams. 4. A small, portable volcano;...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty-One 1. I crossed the border of Americana 2. With a passport and my 3. Hair, 4. In search of the sacred 5. Corazón 6. Beating like a bass drum 7. Beneath the golden 8. City. 9. I fou...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Sixty 1. You can't sleep here. 2. This isn't a restaurant. 3. I understand the menu intellectually, but have yet to accept it into my heart. 4. Let's get a bite to sleep. 5. Who are the...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Fifty-Nine 1. Roast beer; root beef. 2. Boot rear; boast reef. 3. The day of the bored will come as a thief in the night. 4. Do you want to leave this world alive? 5. Make yourselves read...
Written at the Mark Twain Hotel in Hollywood in 2004 or 5, probably, while pacing the room with a notebook and pen watching people walking by the post office across the street, "No Destination" is my farewell love letter to L.A. It is a wistful good...
