brief new choon

Hung around with Mike for the evening the day before yesterday. The Twisted sure is loud when there are 2 games on at once.


the wind will bear your name across the mesa

the stars will form a frame for a love that never was

the moon will guard my mind while I lie here gasping

for love is hard to find whoever may be asking

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Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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