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paste! let the gameseth beginneth!

oooh, raise your hand if you're going on a 10-hour midnight drive tonight...

tucsonthen portland next month

(does anyone live in portland that has a spare bedroom or know of someone looking for a roommate for early july? that'd be jocund.)

tucson was 107 degrees today and smoke completely fills the east sky from a burning mt. lemmon. still i'm gonna miss this place.

and remember: check yo self, before you wriggity wreck yo self.

fasten onto your safety horses!
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paste! that read: tucson *dash dash* california *dash dash* then portland.

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big electric birdmad yeah man, i'm up in phoenix and there are smoke lines in the air up here

your trip might bring you within a couple blocks of my house in the little barrio just north of the Durango curve by the freeway

also, shall we redirect the 355 dozen ostrich?

foing
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paste! did you hear that they shut down the ostrich farm right off of I-10? man, that place was there for years. 020530
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formula 1 birdmad (jet fuel stylee) It was a source of embarassment to some public officials that the Chandler Ostrich_festival outdrew the Grand Prix during the few (2 or 3) years that the city of Phoenix hosted it in the early 90's

st. feline vroom ngow
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paste! jesus sandwich head, i miss tucson already. bakersfield sucks asshats. it's so fuckin' conservative here i want to gnash potatoes or mash potatoes, things, soft things. i never thought i'd be on a 7am-11pm again either, ever. someone please impale me with a blender or shoe or bucket of raisins or all of them. or, put the shoe and raisins in the blender and pour the shraisin_shake on me bored numbskull, matey. ARRR, ONE MONTH! 020603
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god infiltrate and disrupt? 020603
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