Spirit Street

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Sweet mother of Christ it's cold out there. I thought the sun rising would have removed the chill but I ended up walking along with my arms bunched up around me, swearing about just how fucking cold it is out there. And Smoke wants to go out there. She's crazy!

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