For every cigarette that's trying to crawl out of my ashtray and other atmosphere metaphores, like, "You better find a way, you'd better do it soon, it's like the middle of may and you only got till june, if I'm forced to watch you touch that torch to that spoon even one more time, I swear to God I'm gonna implode"

yeah, like that y'all - dig it! So, I've delved deep into the depths of atmosphere's lucy ford too far again. Having a good week, hope y'all's do too.

A shout out to 'rah who's b-day was yesterday - happy 30th 'rah! (like the sign says)

over,
Chromeeyes