The clouds found us, under the sky eating up streets

Suddenly alone among a million lives, far away from home	The world is warm and likes having us in it	Throw me to the sky and let the clouds tear me up	Low ceiling
September 16, 2008	dreaming of gentle dragons and cotton candy	June 17, 2008	Saint Elmo's Fire
isomorphism extension theorem	vodka cherries	pawns are the soul of chess	We only smoke when bored so we do two packs a day, and we've lost the difference between bored and lonely anyway

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