The music was like new, black, polished chrome and came over the summer like liquid night.
Cosmic Blunder
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oh, home :(
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Life is a roto
Aerial view of Wilshire Boulevard at La Brea, looking north at the Beverly oil fields in the middle distance, and on to Hollywood nestled at the foot of the Santa Monica Mountains, 1922.
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Resting with my hand on the crook of your arm
I feel the steady drumming of your heart against my fingertips
What is this essence flowing through your veins that makes me love every part of you?
A compilation of anything that tickles my fancy and stimulates my mind.
