Rain and music and four stages, mud and piles of amorous tweens. None of it good.
Nine hours later, they washed around us happy towards Wiz Khalifa behind us. Like the dead we moved against them towards new, moonlit marijuana clouds.
Unfortunate conversations gave way to “Wear the grudge like a crown.”
So implausible an event, and there we were.
Anyone's Ghost 
You’re alive?!
Oddly enough 😉
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