In a broken Impala in a junkyard there is a half crushed pack of cigarettes in the glove box. Smoke one of the last cancer sticks and you will have a vision of the perfect summer day. Make sure to take a photo to remember it by.
This was something you needed to know.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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