midnight for miles

I woke up wobbly on the wrong side of the moon. It was midnight for miles. Nine missed calls, my helmet blinked. I threw up vodka inside my mask and inhaled it, until my crew found me. I showered. Then

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midnight for miles

I woke up wobbly on the wrong side of the moon. It was midnight for miles. Nine missed calls, my helmet blinked. I threw up vodka inside my mask and inhaled it, until my crew found me. I showered. Then

/ June 14, 2013 / Leave a comment