Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Cool air, Turks, uneasiness, promise of beer, gruesome night, phone calls from the bewildered, thick throat, sore arm, intense listlessness, thrum of fans, fifty-cent Galaga, leaden stomachs, Hunter S. Thompson's middle finger, James Joyce's failing eyes, stretched tendons, spiral notebooks, staggering Franciscans, erudition, geography dreams, lungs, advance checks, mailboxes, wrenched neck, night's not even fucking over.

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