smoke
wood smoke smells like home. you know who you are.
This ones for you, Osaka Teryaki, you blessed purveyor of delicious chicken and rice of dubious origin, home to smelly vagrants and mean, mean Chinese ladies. We will never forget you, no Hardrock Cafe can take your place.
I live in Seattle, I write music, I sell pasta, I walk a lot.
www.myspace.com/sadieavaonline
I live in Seattle, I write music, I sell pasta, I walk a lot.
www.myspace.com/sadieavaonline
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