3 am, the night smothered in fog, unusually dense for the area, the primered pontiac dinosaur in front of my window gleaming in the arms of streetlights,the scent of cats creeping into my window, the air shivers crisp and clear but so moist, while psychedelic furs warn me of alice's house: please don't go
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coco:
Didn't talk to any Rumblers. I got this feeling they didn't want to talk to any outsiders. Maybe I didn't look rough enough! Haha. The show was good. I had a great time!
the_hooker:
there's a song?