Fourth Slide

[darkxpassengerx]

[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]I still look up to the night sky expecting to see that one moon. That one, glorious, reddish, fat, moon. Instead, my eyes meet two, bringing light down across this barren land, bringing anything but joy to dearly, deprived Dexter. Two menacing moons, twice the pull, the calling of the Need

Comments

[quirky_sitar]

But It's really not the best of ideas for me to play now...

Should...I see what I can whip up?

[darkxpassengerx]

You're a musician?

[quirky_sitar]

Yeah, I play the sitar. We played up on the Marshall St. Roof last Friday. Ahh...Maybe someone should have tried recording over the devices, for you guys holding down the fort at the stationhouse. Next time!

[darkxpassengerx]

I'll try to make it in person, next time.

[quirky_sitar]

Great! Next time we'll be even more in the swing of things, it'll be much better prepared, and the band's gonna get even better. We'll give everybody plenty heads up!

[darkxpassengerx]

Can't wait.