I moved into the mountains.
I see wildcats,
not tabby cats that resemble mini cows who tap dance on our little red car.
I have a love/hate relationship with sunnyslop. I adore the bean burrito shacks. Hmm maybe 16 or so down one stretch of road. Gregson refuses to let me visit any.
All music sounds fantastic while being surrounded by mountains… Oh how i love Swans.
Someone come sing to me please, thanks lovelies.
