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Monday |
| Rode me old Moto to new Punk Rock Flea Market
space at 23rd and Ike's. It used to be a post office. A big one. Today it reeked of fresh graffiti. I rolled a smoke and bummed a light, half afraid the aerosoled air might ignite. It didn't. Riding home I saw this twist, a heavy presence. A lineman's testament, public art inadvertent. Excellent! |
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