This is how dar it is at my house after midnight. Quiet.. real quiet... and black as ink. The only way to tell where the mountains are is to look at where the stars end. That was the biggest thing i missed in my Vail to Vegas move. The stars. I could count all the stars I could see in a Vegas sky. Now I see satelites crusing in space, and so many shooting stars, that I'm begining to the Jimmney Cricket if full of shit. I mean if that wish upon a star stuff is true, I should be swimming with hotties in a pool full of hundreds. I guess that what happens when you put your hope on a talking bug, wearing a top hat. Drag.
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