i have no business at all dropping my alka-seltzer into this water, but i'm currently in the process of listening to the entirety of my itunes library alphabetically by song title, all 24 days, 7 hours, and 37 minutes of it, and i have a bizarre headache. that said, as i write, i'm listening to the "band___"-titled songs, a good two and a half weeks of uninterrupted listening from the "tink___"-titled songs streamed above. digression would vanquish a story-less anecdote and save several bytes of data somewhere, so i won't indulge the disappearance of those two weeks without first suggesting this temporal discrepancy resulted from a topological liason, so to speak.
what is clear and free of pseudo-intellectual distraction is the sweat that's dripping from your feathered hair. completely unfactual but this tune energized the re-emergence of hairspray onto the fronds of millions, with hooks being sprayed in fine mists and aerosoled harmonies polymerizing with a certain gentle manhood who's cfc-induced euphoria is currently being sold in small baggies in abandoned buildings and contributing, allegedly, to an even better tan this summer.
what is clear and free of pseudo-intellectual distraction is the sweat that's dripping from your feathered hair. completely unfactual but this tune energized the re-emergence of hairspray onto the fronds of millions, with hooks being sprayed in fine mists and aerosoled harmonies polymerizing with a certain gentle manhood who's cfc-induced euphoria is currently being sold in small baggies in abandoned buildings and contributing, allegedly, to an even better tan this summer.
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