Lizzabeth

Surriquoia was so small that almost as soon as it began, it dropped off into vast, treeless plains with hardly so much as a dog trotting through the dust for miles. The edges of that place were like the frayed hem of a tablecloth. If company was coming, perhaps you'd notice how badly the threads had been worn by time and maybe be moved to mend them. But nobody was ever out that way. The highways that started at either end meant novelty. Comings and goings. Surriquoia seldom saw much of either, so the shanties and fall-down fences continued to fall into disrepair. We went out there whenever we felt it was time to be away from listening ears. I

Hay gais. So, idk if I mentioned it before, but I'm selling some pretty sweet vintage sunglasses, yo. Awhile ago, we found a crap ton of boxes full of glasses in my mom's friend's garage. And when we were trying to figure out what to do with them, my first thought was, "The internet!" So get yourselves down to my (affordable--every pair is $15 bucks!) etsy shop: http://www.etsy.com/your/listings/create And like my facebook page! http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Out-Of-Date-Optics/155628707882227

How strange things are.