pecanpaj

I'm not quite sure of what actually transpired that evening.
In the twisted maze of my brain, neurons must have fired.
Firing, but missing their aim.
Click, clickety-click.
Suddenly.
I own.
A cd.
!



The last time it happened, years ago, Zelmani was the culprit.
Maybe it is something special about her laidback, well-produced melancholy.

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After working too much, and getting too little recognition, it is time...
to kick back and let the fitou flow.