Saturday, April 12, 2014
Stormy Weather
I visited a girl named Stormy. She had two white German Shepherds that seemed to be guarding the swimming pool, though I am not sure why. It was a house atop a mountain overlooking Phoenix. Three people died building the winding roads up to this place. She was born into this. We sat together on a hammock looking down on life in Phoenix smoking a joint. She was in a weird head. "I never imagined I would see the birds fly under me," she said.
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