as i drove down commercial street, smelling the salty breeze and watching people rush to work, i hear the talk ofplanes crashing and terrorist attack in manhattan. i cant reach sarah.

the pentagon was hit too, and another plane went down near pittsburg. two planes were hijacked and heading to DC and LA. i cant reach eric.

"the world is going to shit, and i'm going to talk to some guy about beans." ~lee burnett

this is some fucked up shit.

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