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June 30, 2005
I am so out of here
Maybe the rain will stop following me
With millions of colors reflected in daylight
Right on the kickdrum
Turning the sound up full
Another alone on an everyday night
I think in the morning I think I'll be alright
Watching the blood flow
No wonder I don't know why
Don't look surprised
Erased
Our lives
Erased
I'm taking off til next Thursday, and hopefully I won't manage to touch a computer the whole time. Just me by the pool with Feynman and Mystic Pig. Polyphonic Spree on Friday. Red Sox-Rangers tickets on Tuesday (if it's on TV in your neighborhood, look for us sitting in the vicinity of the right field foul pole).
Thanks for the good thoughts after last night's rant. I love you guys. Really.
See you next week.
Update: More poolside reading. My brother Karl El Vez just sent me a copy of Tim Powers' Last Call. I love you man. Thanks.
All I need now is to get Gina to bring me lemonades in a bikini and I don't think I'll leave the pool all week.
Posted by ray at June 30, 2005 5:14 PM | Permalink
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Make it a topless bikini and I'm coming to join you.
Posted by: Karl Elvis at June 30, 2005 10:18 PM
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