FM Frequencies from dwarf planets

Today I listened to the radio and the song "Unforgettable" by Natalie & Nat King Cole was on. I was caught with one foot off the carousel...it brought me back to when i was around 8 or so, when I was into eating lots of salt by itself, when my mom listened to the coles every day while she mulled around the house about things i don't know still. I member when she built dishes a lot and also cakes for almost every birthday party we were dragged to...dragged like dead bodies. She listened mostly to Nat though because I guess he had that mysterious dark mexican banderas voice except without the accent. What? She listened mostly with the volume on level way too loud and when this went down it wasn't like baking was a chore but an obsessive circumstance of adventure lacking any sort of mobility. It was an adventure I guess, because my mother maneuvered with charisma and concentration. She spoke of nothing, yet there were a thousand or so bubbles inside the eyes at all times. But when Nat's albums were on, they just ran and ran, syndicated over and over like Oprah. I hated it and hated the fact that she never resigned. She never tired from the strings, the kind made to soundtrack gossamer lips, nor the angst of ebony and ivory lingering in the high octave. I only did because I heard them enough to play on a pink kazoo. The songs became ambiant noise and I remember all that I could really get into during these times were looking out the window set upon white curtains flailing from my Mickey, who's bark was loud and powerful and scared the jesus out of the curtains. That psycho was unstoppable. But I did love watching my moms sitting on the counter while i dipped my pinky in condensed milk, lick it off and swirl it around against the roof of my mouth where dummies usually burn with hot pizza. Condensed milk was a sword among crowbars back then but I bet it would give me crazy diarhea nowadays. Conclusively, this song made me think about all this, and hence, this song is now pretty tolerable. I tip my hat.