A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Uptown Wind Around
You gotta groove it up, you gotta drop the tough.You gotta show you got the medicine to make it up.
I fucking love this song (this is the shortened version by the way), can't stop playing it. Over and over, and over again.
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