“All You Can Eat?! Tastes like it” by Amy Holsten
Less Hood, More Baldwin Sampler.
Dear Sacramento,
I’m learning to make the duality become a physical reality, beware! In the meantime, please pick up goofy CDs that I’m choosing to litter around town starting tomorrow.
It’s time to make this mean something.
Ciao Bella,
W. Smith
And that’s how rainbows are born…? uhhh… this isn’t where I parked my sense of humor.
Duality as a function
Music is a love of labor, and currently the labor is on strike. In the mean time, a connection like this should be fun in building a relationship with you, the reader, (yes you! noone else, I promise baby girl/boy.).
Jeff currently is slumbering but over the weekend he’ll be playing plenty of shows with his primary function, Find Me Fighting Them.
As for me, aside from being overly emotional about a 17 year old who pretends we’re in love, I’ll be hanging around at Starbucks, where every day feels slightly more numb.
As I have sporadic computer usage, this will be done sparingly I’d imagine.
Until next time,
Ciao Bella,
W. Smith
