the last night i spent in west texas-back in june-there was a sort of get together. we heard the flaming lips' simultaneous four-disk opus zaireeka. we parked four cars facing each other and opened all the doors, turning the stereos up, and sat in the middle between them. it was twilight in the desert, on rose and jason's land. nothing could
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