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H2o Bottles

kind of straight forward is always crooked. Empty water bottles with painted cumulus fluffy clouds on the wrapper. wandering aimless and empty, once filled with chloride redemption. you know you can buy them two for a dollar. just like the old hebrew corndogs sold down the street at the seven eleven. better get in line and throw in a six pack of olympia dry. just remember sometimes crooked is never straight. driving with one hand on the wheel the other searching along the floorboard. the clank of clutter when the bottles pile up.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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