the western wanderers wandered west until they reached quarters to call home for the afternoon. their tired soles sought relief amongst tired souls, but this was wild uncharted territory. they drew their weapons. what they could not cut with their wit, they would cut with their kitchen knife. some said they were mad. the dull ones said that.
and she looked at her. and her said to she, they gonna call us renegades cause we like living crazy.
required listening: knocked up, kings of leon
required reading: the most beautiful woman in town, charles bukowski
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