Tumultuous rhythms flow form the fiery brass belly, mothers pearls manoeuvred with forceful elegance by spiders fingers set all a quiver at the discordant shudders of imaginary harmonics made real, through clever timing and well planned manipulations, yet when it all comes to pass and the serpah's song's dead and buried, a cold dead mass in its crooked dais awaits the demon's breath and caressing angels, without the two no life shall flow from its frosted metal death. About Me
- The Boy Named Crow
- I am the boy named crow. I am the boy named crow and maybe someday we will meet... forever in the shadows yet always in sight. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I want you to come flying with me. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I have something to share. I am the boy named crow and I'll believe in anything if you'll believe in anything...
Monday, 27 July 2009
Improvisation
Tumultuous rhythms flow form the fiery brass belly, mothers pearls manoeuvred with forceful elegance by spiders fingers set all a quiver at the discordant shudders of imaginary harmonics made real, through clever timing and well planned manipulations, yet when it all comes to pass and the serpah's song's dead and buried, a cold dead mass in its crooked dais awaits the demon's breath and caressing angels, without the two no life shall flow from its frosted metal death. 
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