New experimental song.

New experimental song.

Mania for Breaking With my mouth full of birds, and having taken just the tonic, I find the sky filled with my words; painted in distances hobbled and haunted. The way out is hidden from my view, and my hands are soiled with my birth. Spiralling…

Son of the Queen Isolating the cross-hatched memories of those starless nights when we searched for light to pour through the wounds we carry around, fashioned after and fawning, we, now downward, fall. A cast-iron bodice over the whimsical has…

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New experimental song.

One of my older songs.

Udon Noodles actually still live in the 1990s. This is nothing to do with a collective mindset, they actually do. It's all very complex and to do with a portal Bowman found behind the washing machine whilst trying to retrieve his false teeth…