Emotion is a song for an afternoon

lazy nestled in memory of this station next to dusty old vintage phonograph records spin at turn our eyes are fragmented world never mind indulge in the fantasy of it
imagine ~ in the depths of the sea life and the freedom of a group of merrily swimming

stubborn that Time Machine can flow backwards into the womb we were inside the umbilical cord traction until the fertilized egg into an innocent we were good we are all innocent
mood was a song more than an afternoon long time
mood of a song by the time the afternoon is a long
listen to the sound noble ~ ice-like siren singing