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By chris Date: 2010 Nov 11 Comment on this Work [[2010.11.11.00.19.17745]] |
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I guess it was one of our many soundtrack moments - taking the off-ramp to 98th Street at roughly 89 (and on more or less four wheels), me thinking, FUCK, you're fine - brown hair blowing out like silk threads too fine to count, our bright, damned city spread wide in the white summer heat to all corners of the horizon, The Ventures playing some classical theme at maximum volume as we kissed with minimum subtlety and you imagined out loud that we were like some version of Starsky & Hutch, and I said hey babe, it's just US, but still I thought yeah, wouldn't it be nice, temporarily lost as we were in some Brian Wilson Heaven (would it last?) - more than a mile above sea level and falling fast. |