you can't find peas
believe in me. i won't crush your beauty, i'll just lick it clean.
- pale 3 featuring skin, "you can't find peace"
it's time to escape from new york, get away from cold, too much work, rude people, sketchy guys, and life here. this weekend i spend here finishing shit up. next weekend i spend in new orleans. weekend after i spend in miami. gotta be quick and easy, so just domestic travel this time. the trips to paris and china are in the wings.
posted March 13, 2001 in delivery, music