I love him

Listening to: John's mix
I come and go i follow the seasons no money in my pockets grease in my hair they come and go they follow the bodys no blood in their brains grease in their hands
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you're welcome.


you ought to greet these bloodless brains not with a shake of the hand, but with touching heads and hair.


thank you for this wonderful piece. this one counts.