As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming) *Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
This morning it was:
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming) *Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
This morning it was:
1 comment:
no way not to love someone who loves the ink spots. reminds me of this bar me, my dad and my grandfather used to shoot pool in. they had a jukebox with ink spots records in it. whenever i hear those records i think of that bar and those 2 men.
-tialtngo
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