Riding Back in

Courier, curry. Do these guys know what they’re doing? It’s all this kind of time race. And you make fit your moments into it, into the container. If you hope for something you just might be given something else, but when you stop hoping, that’s when things start tasting flat. Cast removed from arm, you call with good news and good vibes. Roaming charges were built in a day. I send you a thought without paying anything. Read my eyes and the corners of my mouth for a clue. A novel about gambling and trains rising from tunnels.

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