a (very) short story (with song for the credits):

he said, "oh, you guys are on that atmosphere, sage francis type shit, right?"
and he thought, "hell yes. we're not even that great, but you guys are less than a dime a dozen."
but his mouth could only seem to form, "...yeah..."

atmosphere - wild, wild horses


everything is all i have to give you, but i'm afraid it ain't enough

posted by adam @ 11:38 PM