After night fell, the smell of rose water. Of old perfume. Mixing with smoke and Bourbon. Young men with southern accents dressing like old men, ordering milk and cookies. And old men carrying tubas in the street as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They say, "Hey baby" and smile. Women with hips and boyish-figured feminine women in
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Then I dreamt I was a fighter pilot, and in the excitement of it all, I shot down every plane in sight--even those of my allies. Realizing I'd made a terrible mistake, I decided I ought to kill myself and bought a bunch of pills. Then I realized I'd made a terrible mistake and did not want to kill myself, but having already purchased the pills and not wanting them to go to waste...
I think I'm trying to make myself aware that terrible mistakes are entirely possible.
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we should get some tea.
i'm going to see form of rocket with my partner. will you be coming to that show?
do you have some decisions to make?
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I absolutely most definitely will be seeing Form Of Rocket. Make sure you catch Stnnng too. I'll see you there. Hopefully sooner, but I'm bad at making plans.
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Didn't you know someone in Form of Rocket? For a moment I could've sworn that YOU were in that band...
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skype me.
send me smoke signals.
or note by carrier pigeon.
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