I’m sitting in an orange leather recliner looking out my bedroom window, the whole wall is glass, on the 23rd floor of the Panorama Tower, in the distance are the mountains, but right over there are the train tracks, from one horizon to the next. Ok they are not visible all the way to the vanishing point but I still see it. I’ve been here for about 4 months, the last time I was here in Vegas I arrived on those tracks in the back of a 48 (a type of freight train car.)
The other night I went to a show in a stretch Limo and but long for the train
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Bragger bragger bragger. Nyah Nyah Nyah. Plus a good read; your adoring sister,
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