TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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07.29.10
After the full thunder moon, I returned to Galway. Home, or some semblance of it: a borrowed bed, surrounded by boxes and suitcases. As an elderly black cat snored at my feet, I drew the Eight of Cups - the card of change and transition. Jet-lagged and ever-thirsty, I can think only of my headache. I think in ramen, cans of beer, and The Big Lebowski. Sticky-backed little yellow squares proliferate, here a future as I will let it come. "The Dude abides."
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