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Call me a nomad, a vagabond, or a drifter. Or just generally homeless. At least I don't smell.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Cows. There are just so many of them. All the damn time.
Crossing the road. (That is a road, promise.)
As far as the eye can see. (Goats too. I like them less.)
Even when you go visit your buddy. There to great you. Fucking cows.
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