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| sometimes i just feel so damn good-- who cares if the rent check bounced? i'm walking uphill, climbing some steps. the sun always sets. it's right there, ignoring the cars on Highway 99, otherwise known as Aurora, with derelict motels sportin' weeds like beards, holdovers from the World's Fair, Expo '62, when the Space Needle pricked the pulse of the world, a promise of an enlightened |
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