This is what happens tomorrow.
The music stops.
Wow, that was stupid.
The music's back on guys.
We're okay.
But man that was trippy.
I don't think I've ever written an entry in the future before.
But hell, who knows, maybe I have.
And the blink-of-an-eye.
She's beautiful.
Long shirt and a dalmatian under a clearing sky.
She looks like Claire.
In a choker and black boots.
And dark roots.
Maybe it's about love.
That's comforting.