Pass the roach clear the vault fill the script, dexe-dreams approach Scrawl sonic figure 8s on the cave-wall horizon of your interior landscape Soon...
A hint of smoke fogs the garden as fire spirits have their last dance on the ruins of Summer's decadent estates, and damp-dark green leaves begin the...
I've got money, small money, albeit money on my shades, on my shoes... a demon in my brief-case, a burning casino chip on my shoulder and a cause to...
There's a psycho in the street chain-dosing wax in the heat, bread and water is all is most all he eats, always dancing to an invisible beat, strange...
semi-stumbling advances the sadly drawn torso of the torment saint... The sun is hot and sinking... the air smoky, the soul and the sidewalks droll,...
