...every winter retreat , i would buy some music in bridgewater... ( a small town on the way )...
...new , fresh music never heard before or , possibly...abandoned from my heart and soul through time and broken screen doors...
...it was my surgery...and i was attempting to implant memories...to give myself something to hold onto...like a stoned monkey a batch of bananas .
BANANA , BANANA...MY WORLD FOR A BANANA .
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