||[Apr. 15th, 2005|01:55 am]
D I R T Y S K Y D U B
Those buildings, like a luminous cliff face, they had to come down.|
"Grow a fucking heart, love."
We rode then, down the coast, rode straight through until dawn creased the horizon. Rode until the Battersea Power Concern airships emerged bloated out of the SF fog.
And those blue galaxy spiral arms, a universe with black wings, it knew.