rio

jangle on, guitar sound in the sun: i imagine you leaning into shadows just beneath the sun and sweat is only a myth sweat is only a myth (oh catosrophic) let's migrate inside alone, every sound will follow, every noise will make of us a skill or skull-shape, a better happiness than every lonesome travelor promises, glowing

2004-05-09 | 8:08 a.m.
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