i pick your face

i paint your face, to the back of my eyes

2:32

al weird

the stage of ill

far mhers mark it

nine tee ez

better

The noise you have to be younger then 25 to hear

yep.

old music listen to old people

mikey the one

callum cape

craigos in the mix

REMEMBER THAM GUYS??

he’s a scumbag dont you know

roots

i pop good

all the subtle flavors of my life have become bitter leaves, without you

there is gold falling from the ceiling of this world

5ive SHAKE the grapevine fires

O LORD HAVE MERCY

3i winter religion

2v1i1 perty flour

2i Gated Motivation

Taking one more step towards what needs to be done. Open day on location, one on one in what now I know is a lonely and specialized subject. Stopped in the foreground of a rusting, but well oiled scary movie iron gate. Held shut with the help what look like brand new padlocks, barbed together with a thick knot tarnished chain. Fixed on the teachers lips in the school of talking in tongues. Not caring why until its to late. The all too familiar journey begins. Bemused by passing teeth rather than the preferred route of the now neglected sense. The short lived frill of brushing through temptation seems to have sunken deep. Deep enough to be forgotten. Now ahead lies a tunneled maze of cheaply made train tracks.
Wait, where was I?
Stupid distractions…….