Sounds like... a dead cricket chirping "Agnus Dei" in harmony with the resonate voices in heaven.
on the move (again!) racoon blues tunes
in... contemplation - prayer - limbo - a maze... ...always...
+lies are exposed in daylight+
justice, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
Sounds like... the ghost of cactus present howling and taking over the street as the wind plays Satie's Gymnopedies on its needles (music box style).
Sounds like... "The revolution will not be televised" assume nothing... as usual... all i care about is getting to the taproot of the truth... about everything. assume nothing...ever.
Look ahead