Walking down the rainy cold streets of Boston. Seeing the mix and mingle of the people along the sidewalks. The chatter and laughter caught words strung together a story of disconnect and chilled breathe. Thru the door and yet another beer. Dancing girls smiles and feathers kicking heels and deep bass notes. Gliding to exit footsteps and empty shops to the truck down the road.
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obsidian_:
no trash bags allowed!...i get no queer eye and it's way too far away to drive to Jane's to watch it there..
a_faust:
I sure hope Boston warms up soon, its been so dreary lately!