Coffee on the heater. Miles Davis quartet playing on my little yellow speaker. Its sound isn't that great but it works fine. Works fine for now. Drove out to buy cigarettes. but everything stays closed, including the tiniest of shops where you can easily find raw tobacco and cigarette packs. Outside its pretty windy. Looks [...]
idly rotating along with everything how beautiful - moon rising nobody else watching nights like these won't be coming from deep red to orange to the final golden the sound of water dripping from a pipe cool breeze accompanying I imagine your body over mine, crawling. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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