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One year is subjective blue bird flaming mythics got me questioning why don’t they read me read me listen at least my […]
While sitting up in bed on Saturday morning with a headache thinking about the long hours of work that lay ahead of […]
Listening to John Frusciante really had to focus in order to spell his name correctly as he’s not recognised by the spell […]
The heat arrived and a weight left me I parked up my ideas covered them in words all kinds of language sprayed […]