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2004-01-13 - 10:45 p.m. I'd like to imagine that the Lincoln Highway is still important but everytime I take it from Hollywood Video to Boston Market I imagine I'm driving on a corpse spine. I have become accustomed to the limited options of fast food. I am trying to move back to the Lincoln Highway but it isn't easy. Whenever I return to a place I can hardly recognise it. The stores get flashier and the parking ramps higher. Less bricke more siding. This state is literally going downhill. There was 36 inches of top soil now there is 12. This will soon be cattle country without the end of journey drinking of a Dodge City. There will be Cuts that lower taxes and encourage foreign investing. Now I'm sounding like a prophetic John Maynard Keynes. I hope to graduate before the air has been completely aerosolized with poo from cattle and the aging. I am happy to take care of grandmothers with perhaps a neck message but not a third of my paystub. The only stub that can still be shown in public is a pay stub anyway. But I must not be picky, the room is not important. It's not even how the room is arranged like that whole feng shui thing. What really matters is the air. The best way to trick the brain to perfection requires the use of sheepskin and negative ion generators. I bought a few and the late nite advertizements make no promizez but I'm zhinking zhat iz cheaper zan booze, more legal than roofies, easier than smiling and less work than working out. You can be paunchy, balding and living in dank conditions but when she breaths deeply a Prince song will start aforming in her brains. This is how I'm hoping it works but likely it will send cancer sparks. There is a trace amount of ozone as part of the ion generation package. I don't really know what ozone is but it doesn't sound attractive. I groped an apartment across from a grocery store but the ceiling was low and the windows not facing south. There was a cosy apartment with an old lady who was cooking and her work smelled of something awesome. It's kind of pricey but Nothing is a sacrifice and I hope that there is a common misunderstanding about time.
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