She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
This world is a temporary parking place. Cardboard seas and canvas skies. Muslin trees. Melodies played in penny arcades. Honky tonk parades. I look into the neon for guidance and I realize. Nothing is real. Not even me.
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