Take off your pants and jacket. It's SNOT time.

After months of slobbering around the post modern slop I finally I escaped my pen and the other sheep. I'm driving far and fast and am watching the hills and mesquite turn into open splats of land filled with decrepit leafless witch broom bushes. There's restaurant called restauaraunts. Spats of life illuminated by sweaty food and super motel sign begging you to sleep with the roaches on crusy sheets. Not for me. For I am sleeping on...

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