have to try - get off.
So many thoughts in my head. need to move to find the melody. how to sing this song.
I consider things sittin' on a pink pony in the park.
so,...hm. If the black dolphins aren't on Penghu now. let's go to the east coast.
the train I'll catch tuesday morning will be the right one. no matter which one.
Don't know the were I'll sleep tomorrow night.
and -bing- this january day turns into a fair-random possibility. sweet.
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