Convention drove them on westward while every ounce of marrow in their bones begged for the warm waters of the atlantic. The hum of the beetle's engine was barely audible over the silence that filled the car. "Do you you think they
know we're gone yet," she asked. "No," he shot back, then added more gently, "but they'll figure it out soon enough, try to get some sleep." As she closed her eyes, she couldn't help wondering why he hadn't told her their final destination or why the the bags he had brought were so light.
great music ya'all....so full elegance...soulfull ele phants..soul full top watts...soul full tator tots...looking forward to hearing/seeing you all very soon....
I love the Beat Kitchen. So if Miles is reading this..it really depends on work if I'm working that night, but I hope I'm not because I'd like to you guys. Woo.
