Friday, May 28, 2010
All The World Is Biscuit-Shaped. It's Just For Me To Feed My Face
For a moment, there, I was blazing down the 10 towards Pomona in a Toyota Tercel with the windows down, the dry river beds displaying their names like an in-joke, the sun raining down like welding sparks even though it wasn't full up yet.
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It's funny coming here in the moments before I have to start working - Firewalls, etc, have just about any sort of video blocked, so all I get from these posts is a completely blank space, with your little blurbs. I get to make up what I want and then go home later and see if I am close. I should make a game of this.
I wore out a copies of Black Sea and English Settlement respectively.
Thanks for reminding me why I dug that band.
The other Andy
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Finally, someone else is the other Andy.
I see your senses were working overtime...sorry.
I see your senses were working overtime...sorry.
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