Sunday, December 12, 2010

and sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier

And in my dream there was a plane crash. A small plane, a large crash. The pilot was still breathing, it was going to be okay. And I can't help but think of Rilo Kiley's song "Wires and Waves." And San Francisco was separated from California. It was in Chicago's place - so where did Chicago go? Perhaps it is now a northwestern state; or perhaps it is buried underneath Fog City, wind struggling to escape from beneath feet.

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