catatonic caterwauling / steam powered narcolept / cosmic showdown / starset
i don't know if you'll hear much more from me.
BUT.
i received this spam message this morning.
it explains the last few days pretty frighteningly well.
it's called 'were all sleeping in the little', under the name O'Rorke Youngblut.
Owing Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana was to drive
her to the station and they wanted this, their last drive together for
some time, to be a pleasant one. But when Anne went to bed Sunday night
the east wind was moaning around Green Gables with an ominous prophecy
which was fulfilled in the morning. Anne awoke to find raindrops
pattering against her window and shadowing the pond's gray surface with
widening rings; hills and sea were hidden in mist, and the whole world
seemed dim and dreary. Anne dressed in the cheerless gray dawn, for an
early start was necessary to catch the boat train; she struggled against
the tears that WOULD well up in her eyes in spite of herself. She was
leaving the home t
BUT.
i received this spam message this morning.
it explains the last few days pretty frighteningly well.
it's called 'were all sleeping in the little', under the name O'Rorke Youngblut.
Owing Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana was to drive
her to the station and they wanted this, their last drive together for
some time, to be a pleasant one. But when Anne went to bed Sunday night
the east wind was moaning around Green Gables with an ominous prophecy
which was fulfilled in the morning. Anne awoke to find raindrops
pattering against her window and shadowing the pond's gray surface with
widening rings; hills and sea were hidden in mist, and the whole world
seemed dim and dreary. Anne dressed in the cheerless gray dawn, for an
early start was necessary to catch the boat train; she struggled against
the tears that WOULD well up in her eyes in spite of herself. She was
leaving the home t