The beat was for my kind of sex. I held through a song and a half, had a great time, and finished. Now, a strange tempo mexican song is playing.
I get up and sort out the evening, before sleep.
I bet the cycle starts again for the 1:am crowd.
No voices for what seems like a long time.
Music was hood. I keep forgetting how spevifuc evening radio is for this kind of thing.
It’s like they can read my mind… even better than Sirius, who make no such claim.
More like they ARE my mind.
I know Spanish now.
Forgot it now.
- May 2, 2018 @ 15:57:31 [Current Revision] by Jeff Goebel
- May 2, 2018 @ 15:57:31 by Jeff Goebel