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Toby Rae

The sun was like a huge fifty-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match and said, "Here, hold this while I go get newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.
-Richard Brautigan


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precious
palabras


Love me do
aplaceforart:

new favorite.
fuckyeahpsychedelics:

“San Pedro” by Danil Kazakov