*|Trouble Makers|* Now theres a space where the gush begins to slow the light from the solder is quieting the thick vinyl plate of static upon which we rode is thinning now were in it to our necks and speaking like broken cables splayed like hands in prayer despite the fray the music carries on its funny the times certain rooms inside our homes decide to become vapor everything we touch is sub bass and blue tones beneath the infrared helmets cast from birch forests of bark no wood within golden rings techno gauntlets in the dark rain doom what with which might may mix with the craft and cauterize interpreting color like tongues can sense the speed at which the distance is approaching these hieroglyphs that overlay everything you see were first found in the caustic rattling oceans of sounds washed upon wave forms offered up by the machine guns that not so long ago let you knew that i was calling
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:55:52 +0000
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