Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Gypsy dreams and Wall Street goals...
She tried to remember the days when she thought she could live on the open road—Led Zeppelin blaring out the windows, sunflower seeds and a pack of cloves on the seat next to her. That was before her suit-wearing 9 to 5 where, over her third cup of coffee, she read the paper in horror as the economy plummeted to the ground.
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sounds like a bunch of wooden nickels, if you ask me.
my heart bounced around in my chest when i read "the open road—Led Zeppelin blaring out the windows, sunflower seeds and a pack of cloves on the seat next to her."
so it goes...
i mean its all an illusion of control or something like that...;)
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