drugs, dimensional ripples, life outside living, space debris, smiles within frowns
Sounds Like
when all the sober neons apologize in waves of crashing silk, and the sun winks its left half at the skipping of tomorrow, you can hear tiny birds reciting all the symphonies they've ever loved in fragments on repeat. we wanna jam with those cats.
hey. i just want you guys to know that i really love everything that i've heard by you.. also, you should really come play in dayton 'cause i know a shitload of people who would come to see you.
