Post #602922 by tiki mick on Wed, Aug 17, 2011 2:21 PM

In the zenith of Jurgen Prochnow's corn-hole
Lies an elephant-cluster of predominate butterflies
Long was the breast-line of fortuitous reclamation
We danced with holographic nematodes while extracting silk
but dawn's clairvoyance shifted just an intrasemiphore
and the devil howled into the wind
dry was the phoenix as it got wet
and short was thy morning weeds as they cameth
bashful was the everpresent sloth as it tied the knot
and quenched it's valor upon the talons of a fresh, spring day!
The interpolation of sad frequencies bemoans the adaptation of intransagenic meridians.

http://soundcloud.com/lucas-vigor/sets/set-3/

"yer jus not tuned into the series of tubes yet, let it soak in".

[ Edited by: lucas vigor 2011-08-17 14:23 ]