an entanglement of fluid and air hampers the easy flow in the air machine, the throat opener. But still, wake up, machine down,:
Brown (I Got You (nov 1965))
It is never „good“ to play song lyrics instead of talking, JB reflects a feelin, a-and he does it rather well, you know!
Time takes its turns.
get dressed, brush teeth, go to kitchen.
Kids on a couch, playing a noisy little instrument, all together.
ikds feel good, freedom, no constraints, mixed up cereal breakfast.
Bright light pouring in, in in.
Take son back to clear the bedroom, old clothes in a plastic bag
tidy tidy tidy.
up clearing the room.
Half way through the holidays
another weatherwize wizard day
In church yesterday.
Truth and beauty
dreary music that would offend no one
seriously.
me a bit
Brown (I Got You (nov 1965))
It is never „good“ to play song lyrics instead of talking, JB reflects a feelin, a-and he does it rather well, you know!
Time takes its turns.
get dressed, brush teeth, go to kitchen.
Kids on a couch, playing a noisy little instrument, all together.
ikds feel good, freedom, no constraints, mixed up cereal breakfast.
Bright light pouring in, in in.
Take son back to clear the bedroom, old clothes in a plastic bag
tidy tidy tidy.
up clearing the room.
Half way through the holidays
another weatherwize wizard day
In church yesterday.
Truth and beauty
dreary music that would offend no one
seriously.
me a bit
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