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Like a drug or wine it fills up the mind, evacuating the brain one thought at a time. At the mercy of it's creators, anticipation looms, making cherished spaces out of standard rooms. Seeking it out becomes an adventure; sitting with it in solitude, our guilty pleasure. Now we've become spoiled, or at least our ears. Feeling so grateful,  to that let's cheers!
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Jazz: The addiction. Inspired by my friend Adam
Like a drug or wine it fills up the mind, evacuating the brain one thought at a time. At the mercy of it's creators, anticipation looms, making cherished spaces out of standard rooms. Seeking it out becomes an adventure; sitting with it in solitude, our guilty pleasure. Now we've become spoiled, or at least our ears. Feeling so grateful,  to that let's cheers!
On a bus in SF
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
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