nemo7

dead dead vast the puked words sped and all of the other stuff, twixt and defined across hearless ears and dank souls life cramped passed happy me you we kill living die 1st though you hungry dead dead gone

christmas/the singers unlimited

smoke. one more then another go head i would if it were me. take a hit i quit ate months gone. just 1, 2, 72, ten trillion gazzillion more drags, please. an passed that there is this rememberence of not recollecting stinks crushed or wrong start ways. but it has been good and so it will be so to do that you have decided to not do that no anymore. as if you never started.

route 66.

blow

fred does.

an american spanish guitar with small band orchestra

"smoke-smoke-smoke that cigarette..."

• Sivuca moved on, eh? well, shitdamn, there goes the scat accordian.

"mama's little baby loves short'n, short'n, mama's little baby loves snort'n bread, mamas little baby loves shortnin, shortnin, mamas little babie loves snortn' bread"... and it goes on

"mama's little baby loves short'n, short'n, mama's little baby loves snort'n bread"

acid, anybody?

earn worse teeth.

a fun sampler, as was most during this period of explorations.

gonzalo rubalcaba/solo

miles davis

all

cool

jasmine

sun ra

getting laid

no filters, please.

fats is up on that blueberry hill, apiano playin' and a s'milein'.

thelonious monk strode, too.

although i didn't purchase the music for myself, i sent a compadre who recently moved far away 2 eddie palmieri's- "justica" and "lucumi macumba voodoo" to get his new home in tune.