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Helpless...

Sometimes its just to fucking hard,
when even your best doesn't get shit done
because no one is listening

I hate oil. I hate gas

May I never have a car
May I fight to the very last drop of my blood to end our addiction to this black cocaine



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Opening paragraph?????

The  sun cooked pavement as it mixed with the diesel fumes of the greyhound bus station was intoxifying. It hinted at summer road trips, foreign cities and lawn parties. Levi's eyes were shielded by sunglasses and still the reflected glare from every passing car caused her to squint. The greyhound bus hovered into view as it negotiated its way down main street, the heat waves from the pavement obscured its tires in a ethereal haze.



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The Skies of Vancouver As seen from my patio

The Re-imagining has begun!

I have begun to clear the clutter, both physically (you should see the recycle bin on my computer and in my garbage room!) and metaphorically. Hopefully this bright new streamlined layout will encourage me. Thank-you all for your patience.