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point taken.
mathematical equation.
and the trees are.
here.
screens. chairs. little notes left behind in the kitchen sink. door handles.ants marching to the beat. dance to the beat. ho hum. gin and rum.the speakers are a working. i am guessing the feedback is kinda awesome wholesome.something else. no! like something else.
i saw smoke in the studio. turning heads it did. like it never.it kinda slipped out. my tounge is smooth. hey. is that the same song? slide like. yeah. it's all slide like. and smoother than your average joe. but it was in the trees before. i guess. in a white satin sheet. the heavier part of the chorus.but you've been dancing in the field with that same heavy guy. so i'm guessing that's okay.
phew. now i can go to sleep.
but the smoke in the studio was too much. i didn't know. i mean i've heard about it. but it's true.
it sure as hell beat the other time in the south. yeah. it sure as hell did. didn't it?
sunday,january2nd,2005,2153hrs
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