Vaper insomniacs-' up around the clock '- Vaping chit chat music and more..where to come whe you can't sleep

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Reddhott

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super dave

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Hi Redd, love your stuff! All of it! Thanks jj! I was going to post some stuff but to tired! So heres some soft sleeping music for pri, if she gets to hear it, cause missing her and she needs her rest and to Redd and everyone else here. Goodnight and sweet dreams, {{{hugs}}}



This image makes me feel like I spiked the cocoa to much, or something!
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Goodnight, sleep tight!
 

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So warm and tranquil.

It reminds me when I was younger taking naps on a sunny day with snow all around.

I also remember when ever I wanted to fall asleep fast for a nice nap I would put on this show shown below.

Just try to think about "happy mountains" while listening to the brush, and knife touching the canvas.

 

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My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
 
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