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As a hipster said to me one day:

"I'm just getting lost in a known city."

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Folks, the Captain's lost. 

We might be in Provo right now, or a land of construction cones and pretty grass.

My heart feels foggy like the East and South and North and West lines of a compass in a 28 degree weathered down cabin in a overpopulated, overpriced, overwhatever resort in Montana.

I should sell my similes.

My lips are too dependent on chapstick, it must be the change of weather

or something else clever that I normally write but lack the A+ inspired juice, so the only thing I could muster was that King Chapstick met with the weatherman and decided to scam the country. 

I'm losing it people.

I need some strong natural highs to come kick me in the butt.

Get me going.

Oh but you didn't hear any of this vulnerability, because I never turned on the intercom.

  its supposed to stay between me and the co-captain. 

continue watching your trashy chick-flick and eating your 2 month old roasted peanuts.