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Monday, Oct. 14, 2002 | 11:35 p.m.


black trees and houses silhouetted against the sky God has painted for us. red fades into orange fades into yellow fades into green fades into blue fades into the dark of night. it's evening, and you're holding me to the tune of acoustic emo nonsense.

and everything makes sense.

look. we're driving off into the sunset.

go on drone