I miss your smile. I miss your smell mingled with mine and your laugh over nothing substantial. It's the inconsequential parts of 'a' to 'b' and the journey between them which makes me want to bury my face in your soul.
On any post, if the link is no longer good, leave a comment if you want the music re-uploaded. As long as I still have the file, or the record, cd, or cassette to re-rip, I will gladly accommodate in a timely manner all such requests.
Slinging tuneage like some fried or otherwise soused short-order cook
Slinging tuneage like some fried or otherwise soused short-order cook
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