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A letter from the hideout.

Windy and rainy but still a good time for a walk in the pages of a tale.

"And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—" “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe

The silly rambles of a poor poet...

I got Outlaw blood in me and a Devil on my heels.

Tonight ...Oh, tonight ...

We should've said more. I should've spoke poetry to you, love.

My tears to McHale and Jennie's beautiful suicide

Sometimes you got to run from home to see it again.

Tune in and believe, right?