And though it seems absurd…

Also. I need to start dating a musician. So she can sing songs like this for me. Sing me to sleep. Sing me back home.

And then we can make beautiful music together, and tour Europe in a bus that is covered by our beautifully psychedelic finger-painted mural. We can sit in fuzzy socks in our living room and make beautiful recordings to sell at our shows.

That would be so nice.

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About R. Spacely

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