Lenox Crater. Cinder Hills. Alone.

I barely remember the Cinder Hills or Lenox Crater. I think I was outside of Flagstaff. Yes, that sounds familiar.
Lately, my mind has been filled with frustration, and I can’t find the plug to pull and drain the poisonous thoughts. I need to just keep my mouth shut and remember the bigger picture in my life.
 
but that is hard to do.
I hope to write down these thoughts and purge the sickness, but even as I type I feel the process not working.
 
Fuck it. My life may just be as messed up as a Fargo story, with my only hope is that it may be as interesting.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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