Hobo Digest

That rust that began to form around that box full of twin hobo dogs has been expanding all day until it created a pathway to the shaky residence of Mrs.Home. I crunched along the rust grass and knocked on her front door twice (a third blow to the door would mean that I was a [...]

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This morning I traveled down to the Hobo Dog Box to see if anything new has occurred and, like the sun sets into the soft sea every night, you can bet that this hobo box just got a little more crazy.
Where there was once a small shed made of fine black hair now sits a [...]

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This is the fourth day in a row I’ve yet to sleep. The solar system juggles the sun and the moon in front of my eyes in a taunting manner. “You’ll never sleep, so let me entertain you with my juggling skills, you jerk,” it says to me. During the day I stare into the [...]

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