openroadsong

the night is beckoning although I have nowhere to go but home / feels good to be alone / with every turn comes a new frame of mind / if i could frame my mind where would it hang

twenty six miles

night in ventura

as bad as i could manage to be, apparently

fine

i’m flying, forever bored

two blocks, part two

two blocks from home

slightly off

free morphenes!

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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