we see what we want to see at a traffic light or by the beach or cruising eighty miles an ... CONTINUED
searching for sugar man
an inner city poet with barely enough to eat eyes fixed on the ground in the city which he ... CONTINUED
out of control
that's just how it goes (i suppose)... say when right next door or way across town a life slips ... CONTINUED
bewitched
long past the hour when sensible souls sleep i prowl unfamiliar streets hoping to find some ... CONTINUED
a letter
your words have finally reached me from out of the cold and out from the past and it's more ... CONTINUED
true lies
a photograph only lies with reality compressed into two dimensions and ripped free from any ... CONTINUED
down route 113
i still remember drives down route 113 laying on the back seat staring up through the side ... CONTINUED
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