the story of a day and two mintues (lack, or)

put a dry chain down, sent lurking out: you've got stalled out cars by your roadside, no coverage and simmering is beautiful but great old days come if you can wait it out---just be wings and such---drop cacophany from rooftops and you'll be crying out loud singing great gorgeous hymnal-praises for all the lost ones, and we're one of them.

2004-01-08 | 3:03 p.m.
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