We left the bizarre behind us. The stale air, cheap booze, frantic waiters and waitresses and the good ole' 5 o'clock shadow.
Whenever the clock strikes 9 we think about all the 9 o'clock's we've seen. The 9 o'clocks we've felt. It's a torrential downpour of a time just past 8 with whispers and whiskers brushing our windburned cheeks. There'll always be another 9 somewhere.
It's 4 hours past the shadow, 3 before the dawn of a new day, 2 past the luckiest of numbers, and 8 beyond the highly sought after...
number 1.
Whenever the clock strikes 9 we think about all the 9 o'clock's we've seen. The 9 o'clocks we've felt. It's a torrential downpour of a time just past 8 with whispers and whiskers brushing our windburned cheeks. There'll always be another 9 somewhere.
It's 4 hours past the shadow, 3 before the dawn of a new day, 2 past the luckiest of numbers, and 8 beyond the highly sought after...
number 1.
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lowcloud:
...but do you like Spacemen3?
stendec:
Hunh, according to that I'm a number 1 though I would have guessed a 7. Interesting.