Shades of orange.

[bottomlie]

Tribal music. My car smelled like Indian Moon, the incense. But, if I were to smell the moon in India, that would be it. Pretentious dregs of after thought. I realized that profundity had gone to the dogs and I didn't mind at all.

Russian scientists, oh. Oh, yes. Rainbow Bright (brite?) was hip. I cannot stop staring at stripes and my love for them is undying. Coat holders are elephants today.