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No sleep. Cheap motel. Wire hangers. Green ironing board. Gram Parsons. Lots of gold light.
Somewhere in California.
More motel pictures here.
Please read my main site, Sunset Gun.
Posted on February 04, 2009 in Pretty Poison: Letters from L.A. | Permalink
I think I'm in love with you. Maybe I'm just drunk (or more likely both).
Evander Holystaats |
February 08, 2009 at 02:11 AM
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