Tunes in my head: Good Times Bad Times by Phish
Atmosphere: Creeped out.
The sky is an orangey red here this morning.
Is this an omen?
If so, what for?
I wonder why it is the way it is...not being a geographical expert.
Perhaps we're all gonna fuckin die? :P
Nah, not likely.
It's a real sense of beauty, though. I haven't had it for months, really.
If the world ended right now...I'd be content.
I'd tell the people who I loved that I did, and that'd be it.
I mean, I can't exactly stop it, can I?
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