We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
“
| — | Carl Sagan (via dopatonin) |
Out on the edge of the empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
A diesel Mack come rolling down my way
Can't hit that border too soon
Howling at the blood on the moon
A diesel Mack come rolling down my way
Can't hit that border too soon
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