index | archives | notes Sunday, Jun. 26, 2005 10:09 a.m. << [ Tequila Sunrise ] >> Five thirty in the morning. People are waking up now and us; we didn't even go to bed. It's five thirty and the sun is coming up and we're hurtling along a highway, destroying everything in front of us. Life comes together beautifully after some tequila and Sunny D. The sky is that blue color that I love so much. I'm fucking tired. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org