I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

Gripping my heart at 2:50

August 22, 2009

When I die, all I ask is to play Valleys of Neptune on my funeral.

Just so it won’t be too lonely in heaven.

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