2001-07-04 - 3:41 a.m. - fog
outside the fog is incredibly thick i might try to take a walk but i don't think i would be able to see three feet in front of me.and what else is there to say.
i threw rocks at your window. gentley not to break the glass. i waited till the sun came up. i don't think you were home. try not to think about your telephone. rusted not to ring. i will write a song for you if you promise me you'll sing. and we can dance in ballrooms made of glass.
xoxo
listen to: saturday looks good to me. thunder.
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