incredible complexities disuguised and as feral as that constant chronica-logical disorder. lights out. soulfully simplistic. ill fly its ease, fairly decent. cameras capture it all. wanted to say wanted to strum. years back i said with ease "just one sunset" and walked away from everything i owned towards some beach. a deserted island fit for falling. my own private idaho
the horn in the intro to the temptations, papa was a rolling stone.
echo on perfect, hey mama… some insight sold and still for sail. set out upon footsteps.
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