The sound;
As soft steel bends between twirls of a man’s fingers – alone and overwhelmed, he will get the job done; with little regard for temperature or hydration.
Their strategy devised by gaslight, glimmers with an inventive vocabulary – an exploded thesaurus aligned with this year’s most fashionable trimmings -
- All waiting to be cut out from the same divine cloth of thought that some believe to be responsible for the inherent practices of the holy order of underground preservation.
A key;
To be nestled between the sheets of our future in the oils of our past; on the coldest November mornings.
By Errin Milam posted 05/05/2012
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