On the whole face of the black radio there are only two white buttons. Like two round divining stones, as he presses his fingers against the smooth plastic the fates are thrown high, crashing down with blaring cymbals. Ears are perked, ready to tell fingers to throw the fates again, or to enjoy the crashing. 
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I never thouoght I'd be Driving throught the Country just to drive
On the whole face of the black radio there are only two white buttons. Like two round divining stones, as he presses his fingers against the smooth plastic the fates are thrown high, crashing down with blaring cymbals. Ears are perked, ready to tell fingers to throw the fates again, or to enjoy the crashing. 
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I SEE them....I want to push them!
ReplyDeletecool white buttons dude.