Spark
you dont have to be brutall, but there`s no scence in to be nothing
you dont have to be brutall, but there`s no scence in to be nothing
Michelle got flu :(
all honor goes to the runner who would still seek glory in the heart of failture. all honor goes to the guardian of ritual as he caresses the land with the entrails of language: witness the birth of eve-she is rising she was sleeping she is fading in a naked field sweating the precious blood of nodding blooms... in the eye of the arena she bends in half in service-the anarchy that exudes from the pours of her guitar are the cries of the people wailing in the rushes... a riot of ray/dios...
ahhh let us go our separate ways together... let us gather on the summit of a cool volcano... plunge into infinitive pit in a jet spitting an ec-static dialogue of sound until the attar of our being permeats the red field... blood, tongue and new noise-a sonic dart-from deep in the heart of...