Wednesday, February 17, 1999


“time told me once this story about growing older in the city.. it tok him almost three hours.”

‘i wasnt there. but youve mentioned this before, michael.’

“then i thought it wasnt such an event. then i thought we knew each other. i didnt think i had that much to learn about him or the others.”


“but i was wrong. time was watching me cry that night, and i was wrong.”

‘so what now? where do we go?’

“back to my place. i need to talk to someone.”

posted by Dustin Vannatter at 2:08 pm  

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