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I rolled into that city sometime after midnight, had been fighting my peepers from closing since sunset. I wore shades to hide my eyes, sixteen hours on the interstate had made me feel like toast, less than human, a bit comatose & I needed a room. My pointed boots accented my slim jeans & I moved through the lobby with ease, as if I were a ghost. I could feel the disease in that place, bars were in the windows & hookers glanced around nervously. The concertina wire should have been a clue. And without a sound, I slithered back to my spaceship & moved southward, onward toward El Paso. With one more to go, I floored myself into hyperspace, had to get out of that place fast, vroom vroom.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
A Short Stop In Las Cruces
I rolled into that city sometime after midnight, had been fighting my peepers from closing since sunset. I wore shades to hide my eyes, sixteen hours on the interstate had made me feel like toast, less than human, a bit comatose & I needed a room. My pointed boots accented my slim jeans & I moved through the lobby with ease, as if I were a ghost. I could feel the disease in that place, bars were in the windows & hookers glanced around nervously. The concertina wire should have been a clue. And without a sound, I slithered back to my spaceship & moved southward, onward toward El Paso. With one more to go, I floored myself into hyperspace, had to get out of that place fast, vroom vroom.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
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