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i remember those nights, you showed up with your Russian haired hood, it was as the restaurant at the end of the world, more like a diner; you don't remember, you weren't always there. it was the night i fell off the wagon; the lady in red, riding hood, you remember?-- the cloak and dagger ramble? the first night i said, 'i love you,' in anger; the next day you were all perturbed, as you told me a few days later... there were too many zombies out on friday nights, when we had our dates, so i don't remember. but i remember now, i went there without you... a darkish red reminded me of my nights with you, a glowish fire over the surroundings, that glowed a blue, on nights before, but red with you. you added an ember to my idleness. i want to go on a roadtrip. this is all a little premature; any given night is not the same when we just go on random on a trip that never plans. i have too much to say... what i see, to show you without with you... i had a lot more to say 'sgood i forgot. so i don't ruin then, now. i'm there without you.