I don’t need Coca-Cola. I drink the stuff those lonely night hunters like us need pure. And when I’m feeling dizzy I take another round & drown in these deep blacks of your leicaresque night visions, buddy. The heart is a lonely hunter & the night is for hunting. Always hunting, buddy!
haha, I actually had to google “Oblivion” – these past days have mostly been about porch decks and wood stain – but come on, bonita, there’s no money back guarantee at the movies. good thing, A was there