the telephone calls out to the slide of some trombones mouthed piece
fleecing the peace out of the kid lambs black buttered back
no more language
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
its always been a mystery about the drum...
like torn legs leaning over the upright piano, its heavy boots use the keys as a stool with complete indifference... ahhh!
the telephone calls out to the slide of some trombones mouthed piece
fleecing the peace out of the kid lambs black buttered back
no more language
the telephone calls out to the slide of some trombones mouthed piecefleecing the peace out of the kid lambs black buttered backno more language
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perhaps torn legs are the bitten butter sliding on the keys. a language of its own.
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