When I am in my room
and my shades are drawn
or I am lying in my bed
and can only see the skyline
then I could be anywhere.
New York.
Paris.
Montana.
Big Sur.
Salmon Creek.
Tahiti.
Well, maybe not Tahiti.
Anyway,
you get my
point.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Wednesday, October 27, 1999
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