flung hung hangin from rafters with laughter out to dry ...
...as the sunrises again another one B.B.E.
and yet another memory of a place left with such history that has molded sculpted bloodied breathed your paints and pigments for those endless moments...
from our lock tights mule on stilts we feel the clouds breath of its pocket's contents...
but god damn ... take a break from it all ... pleasant pauses of potasium ...
REFUEL! REGROOVE! REJooV!
messy hands are the fun grimey slime of a productive time to shine and sign to the line ...
founded within peaks we found the plane
how strange the downhill journey is being conscious ...
...the beauty within your eyes is always in your eyes
in plain sight ... in plain feet ... in plain taste ... in plain scent ... in plain heard
dat aint well... umm... you can't be serious ...
well maybe ... probably not so well tho
ummWellmusic
tú eres mi amor
gas mask?
well maybe ... probably not so well tho
ummWellmusic
tú eres mi amor
gas mask?
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