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Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas, like oceans set on fire. Through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole wonderful universe of impossibilities.

Gettin’ my poor old bike fixed. Thank goodness for mechanically-savvy friends. 

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Tagged as: turns out the theater wasn't good for nothing after all,thaaaank you friends,
Posted On: Thu, May. 31, 2012