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often their tasks make no sense


make sure so-and-so gets on the train


keep the innkeeper awake


after, they stroll around humming, watching squirrels


they gamble and play pinball


make bonfires in the woods


they eat scrambled eggs in all-night diners 


seduce strangers in hotel bars


they go on benders, creating messes


they have drunken foot races in soggy wheat fields


they forget their purpose, they break their headset


they do drugs and see things


they need more but there is nothing


screaming into the wind, they drive motorcycles off mountain cliffs

but always wake up back in the dorms

Rachel B. Glaser

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