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There's 19 minutes left ..... when the day began a moth that looked like 2 chips of wood fluttered before my beady eyes as a The Blind Boys of Alabama song was about to blare out for the 9th time .... haven't seen it since and in a silly moment that sinuously happens when the fiction is paused revealed the psychosomatic equivalent to Camelot in mid air. The gulleys are alive with trout without a rainbow, entrees doubled, rum bottle almost empty, 5 Budweisers, glad i got lots of socks so that walking the cement doesn't mean getting to be a sober amputee who buys rifles with signatureless fed ex moby sticks looking out to velcro the pimlico.