tiny cities in the vast jungle.
what the hell happened to my listening this year. there were some cohesive albums, some periods of focused examination, some discoveries, but these little patches of organization, science and understanding are completely dwarfed by gigs and gigs of unsorted mp3s.
unreleased joint, christmas that never comes.
ghostface- charlie brownat the left is a crystal charlie brown priced at three hundred and sixty clams. that's like three pairs of
wall-os, son!