your number one

thin as hell, but dammit still not coked up enough

a,in french and english,set to music by wordless poem...illuminated bt a psychedelic fractal animation created in mandelbulber...pure free experimental devotional underground elctronic fractal poetry...

Beats by RYM

Sounds made with two whistles and live looping.

I don't drive these streets anymore. It's just a waste of time to run from myself. And I don't daydream that you're coming back. Subtlety aside, you cut me right off at the knees. Though it's true I did survive the fall, I never was the…

pictureshow room the wind blows chill over harrison hill but that's not what they called it then when you were young with prospects so dim made to ride the fast flyer down steep steep streets were you left to sink or swim your eyes glow moon…

lazy as hell