the countdown of small measures

[thisgreatdecay]

the streets are brighter tonight than they usually are. i walk, humming a saxophone solo to myself and stop once to look at the reflection of my eyes onto my glasses in the pane of glass that separates me from other pseudo-bohemian coffee drinkers as they ash their cigarettes and peruse the tucson weekly

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[indarknesslives]

i can't even express in words what you mean to me. dave, you're my best friend, and the best part of tucson is leaving, gas and all.
you mean more than the vicissitudes of the sky,
you mean more than money can buy,
you mean more than a fifth plateau mushroom high,
and this is my
i-know-you'll-be-back-soon goodbye.

"the roads may wind in ways we find unfit,
and storms and fires may make the trek toilsome,
but the things that mean the most,
are the things we will never forget.

and i know our paths will cross again soon..."

godspeed to you brother.
<3 always--parker

[_thewiretap]

even though i barely know you,
i hope chicago treats you well,
and it definately won't be tucson without you.
bye.