RE: Vlog 220: My version of financial freedom.

My disgusting memory;
and its perfect storms;
and its waves;
and their spring tides of green rocks and slippery;
of dark background;
From debris and chipped walls;
of doors closed;
of windows open on the tenth floor.
indignant; just because he's started forgetting what he loved most.
Lewd, obscene, of bad-faced, of "I'm Immortal", of "I know to fly."

My disgusting memory and his tendency to talk more of what you need,
Anchored to a song that sounds the same.