wanting to be a squirrel on a fence
lyle lovett at the symphony
ceramic chickens for christmas
sitting in their jacuzzi
driving him to the smokies
inviting me on a reversal
four minutes after the last swallow of a pint of vodka
most things end in a single moment.
sometimes we stick around, telling ourselves that moment wasn't the end.
but it was.
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diggin for brass on shady lane
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