So when they wonder where the money went, and we can’t swim here anymore, and bankers warble algorithmically from the shore, the stations pump the new austerity, the Ogallala Aquifer and crackling California reservoirs making sure we’re priced out of that old neighborhood for good.
The payday lonely pray in parking lots. A one bar WiFi kinda town. The pilot flares oppose another night coming down.
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