Back in Mink, ca. 1998, we had a song we never really recorded (except once while setting up to REALLY record stuff) called "Why You Shouldn't Go Out." I should have paid attention to that song on Saturday instead of going to see all the sweet aminals [sic], because maybe then I would have had the presence of mind to chain myself, Virgin Suicides-style, to the hundred-year old tree the neighbors behind us were having chopped down.
This changes our whole backyard view. ARGH! Irked.
Here it is, at almost the bitter end. It was all full and occupied nearly the entire sky, horizon to horizon. Sort of.
This changes our whole backyard view. ARGH! Irked.
Here it is, at almost the bitter end. It was all full and occupied nearly the entire sky, horizon to horizon. Sort of.
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