freestyle jazz club semi-poetic jam low brim dark shades bare bulbs single follow spot slow ceiling fans sax...congas...keys and beer. did I mention beer? I do believe mass quantities thereof were also involved. rambling monologue about life on this precious and severely abused place we call "Earth". Or maybe just a momentary pessimistic mood, but........."Nothing's perfect".
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