I'm sure Nothing Michael is an angel sometimes, at least when he has money and a purpose and a guiding light. Skyway. Glass teepees. Music of course. Art always. The great magical pothole gateway to Chinaski. More robots with anxiety about riding the light rail. Somebody throw a football and win the Superbowl already. Bob Dylan and Prince in the giant mural stretching competition. All the old gangsters thinking they'll be safe hiding in Pig's Eye. One thing I will tell you about surviving the caves is to NOT build a campfire in them. It dries out the ceiling and causes the roof of the cave to collapse. There goes your Canadian whiskey. Maybe you could take your bedroom and internet connection with you everywhere you go so you feel safe. A Winnebago? I'm glad my library card still functions as a driver's license. The drama here is whether or not the vegetarian will reclaim the cities. Sorry, I'm still stuck on her, beautiful Saint, I'll try to ignore you, I haven't found a replacement yet. Maybe I should return to Kali. A long cold winter not raking leaves of grass, or watching cars get destroyed on the ice. I should eat in a restaurant again. Pick the sacrifice with chopsticks. Does anyone still use a shovel? I'll give the bums drinking money again someday, and art supplies. Thanks TV for the suggestion. We do need more places with breakfast burritos. The tango is popular with some, but I am more of a background musician, or I recite one of my books in the advancement. Do you need a hospital? Is she upset because Paris didn't want her? To urinate or inscribe your name in the snow?
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