It's all about writing, buddy.
"So what? All writers are lunatics!"
Friday, March 22, 2013
We drove right past the exit
and nobody even said a thing.
The lights in your eyes, they started dancing for my brain.
I know all about the world and when it's ending.
I know because she whispered it right to me.
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