| By thirteen hundred hours Submitted by chris Date: 2004 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.11.18.21.12628]] |
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screamin' over nine-mile hill to the music of the wind and the desert and the metaphysics of the mc5 (kick out the jams motherfucker) and smiling to myself because your text messages to me are unintentional poetry and because it's just amazing how the mesas have greened up almost overnight the rains must have come while i was sleeping |