Strange days
Leaving work yesterday, I saw a very odd sight:
A little old lady, driving a new sporty silver convertable, black top up, all windows down. Wrap-around sunglasses.
"Woke up to this morning
staring at the ceiling,
hoping for deliverance
from the distances in you.
And this room feels like an oven,
somewhere south of nowhere,
north of nothing..."
-Counting Crows, "Barely Out of Tuesday"
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