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S’fifty Five

Is that you? A simple shade of gloom on a July afternoon. Singing shit town in a shit car with our last match and a dream. Beautiful over blown transmission heat. Did you pray today? As Brian Jonestown Massacre plays, softly, then loud, then softly again. The hum of the engine works it’s best, hauling with a hitch. We must drive, 55.


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