fake this and feel the pain to the ham skin bone fiddle pudding

just put them on...millenium will never cease, the body of the water in the circulatory verse of the chorus...everythinhg together is fallen apart, I got this planet of the healing suns....kill the soft message to the temple of the everything...let me feel the silence of the sound that makes u speachless....let the sound fill the reaches of my unhearing body......and let the world rejoice for the obsurd vision of celebration...it only cancels eachother out when you dream it, in the lucid life....and where does yin get one up on the yang....stop righ there, you want to laugh....stop and think of it, "it" has an opposite, too.......................................................................








this band makes one think.....................



















pink apple sky, let me be free.......