LOST AGAIN
(freddy friday)
Like some Captain Fucking Fantastic, you have
come to meddle with the breeze. Aimless drivel
and endless reads. My car is parked beneath
the waves, and all I can do is wonder. There's
a theater named Belasco, and a doctor named
Bilawsky. Between the two, I don't know
what off-handed way to go.
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