the apple of my eye

strange night of bitter-roots, tea and whiskey, smiles that go on and on into the darkness and people that laugh when the joke is not only on us the joke is us (when we are what is funny) and moving is allt eh same as all of that just trips down mental amazons and niles, the trials of half-mad half-loving people with all the best intentions and sometimes no where to go with them.

these are good people. good crowds. everything bad in life is worth it if you get a few chances to spend an evening with people like these.

2004-07-03 | 10:21 p.m.
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