When did the music stop?
I don't know.
Last time my ears were open, we were listening to the Smith's.
"I've got no right to take my place with the human race," Steven told me.
And I listened.
I opened a bag of dried apricots that I'd found next to the record player.
They expired in 2015.
I ate them anyway.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
When did the music stop?
I don't know.
Last time my ears were open, we were listening to the Smith's.
"I've got no right to take my place with the human race," Steven told me.
And I listened.
I opened a bag of dried apricots that I'd found next to the record player.
They expired in 2015.
I ate them anyway.
Just random ramblings.
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