it usually doesnt snow, it was quite a unique and abstract expierance, i stood in the center of a very straight road, the wet asphalt steaming, i swayed and i let my body grow unwieldly my arms outstretched, i stumbled, staring upward into what could have been stop motion.

it was beautiful.

ive never realized the sound snow makes.

it is like something familiar, like your hand having fallen asleep, brushing against the side of your face upon waking- for a moment your all confused, thinking: who is touching me right now?

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The piano has been drinking
My necktie\'s asleep
The combo went back to New York, and left me all alone
The jukebox has to take a leak...

-tom waits.