HARDCORE AMBIENT MUSIC VOL XXIII

Some days mothers are bigger than other days mothers, and being tea total should not stop us from experiencing the dizzy highs of hedonistic over indulgence. To do it again, once more, again, or, perhaps you do not miss 4am after parties and all that entails, but it is nice to occasionally reminisce. So. This is the stupor. This is the place, the state. All night has caught up, you have chilled the fuck out, you have just left the ground. You are floating, up, across the space, probably diagonally. Even though your feet are closer to the ceiling than the wall to wall no one has noticed, you do not care, you are on your way. Finally.