and not a joint in sight, but the memory of the drugs we knew are still enough to get us through another stoney starry night of wish i may and wish i might make dreams come true for me and you if only we knew what to do... as depeche mode sang, reach out and touch me...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
stoney starry night
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