Oooh you're a naughty mess

you are too young to fall asleep forever. sasson

f'n'n' ace/ morning jazz head of past delights interprets sun/ listening wayne shorter, footprints, which has transported my back 11 - 12 years when i was ordering heavy jazz vinyl from my local hmv in basingstoke and zipping through country lanes in my mate's cars, heavily stoned, but at the stage with weed where all is beauty and delight/ divine/ the skies were blue, the surrounding fields of tall grasses gently whispered, i was ignorant enough of life to still built tempting fantasies and frame 'reality' in terms of them/ soon was london, tottenham, for so much more weed, baking metropolitan afternoons, dub music and red stripe, before the rave rot really set in/ anyway, maintain ppl...