trains
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I came to my senses in the middle of a journey. I boiled the kettle to make an event of it all. Earl Grey in my chilly living room with my Bombay Black Cat perched beside me. I’ve paralleled these tracks a hundred times. Do I miss road life? Absolutely not. I do long for
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I’ve been watching this individual illegally hop trains all over the place for years now. It’s an interesting way to see the world. Put this on a television, recline, and zone out. It’s like meditation.
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Like scattered glass beneath my feet, the city holds dozens of stories that never make the news. The glass is from numerous fender bender hit and runs on one of Dallas’ busiest corners. It’s a city who prefers not to be on a first name basis relationship. I can smell the street car burning from
The Gonzo Wolf 