http://www.adastrabooks.com/2006/books/roc12a.php
"Cinnamon glowing the vice that I want to bound to. The calming breaking down the rain on the asphalt. Wet with fever like I'm missing the better. And I know this is just the beginning. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skin on your jawbone, woven into you. ONe more pausing silcne. Two dimes on your eyelids. Third times' a charm, adn the fourth tyime is too far. I admore mi amor. I am the patron shaking and you're only dreamed. Pure and Golden, here are gifts from the thousands before. To hear the voice of the angels. "Raise anew!" I'm recovered because you're warm in truth. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skoin on your jawbone woven into you. You are my serenity, when I think of you, I forget to breathe. "
Revolution on Canvas, Vol. I
The Butcher / The Barber
Jarrod Taylor / In Reverent Fear
"Cinnamon glowing the vice that I want to bound to. The calming breaking down the rain on the asphalt. Wet with fever like I'm missing the better. And I know this is just the beginning. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skin on your jawbone, woven into you. ONe more pausing silcne. Two dimes on your eyelids. Third times' a charm, adn the fourth tyime is too far. I admore mi amor. I am the patron shaking and you're only dreamed. Pure and Golden, here are gifts from the thousands before. To hear the voice of the angels. "Raise anew!" I'm recovered because you're warm in truth. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skoin on your jawbone woven into you. You are my serenity, when I think of you, I forget to breathe. "
Revolution on Canvas, Vol. I
The Butcher / The Barber
Jarrod Taylor / In Reverent Fear
paralax999:
good fucking words. how you been yo? you got yer scoot fixed up yet or what? we gotta get some tropical coffee and roam the east side.
gallas13:
watch this space.