
chew the logo out
Above you, the tree gives way to the sky. Above the sky the curve becomes cluttered again. Smashing spinning ice and foil. Clutter chatter pointing fingers. Close yer eyes. Hold yer breath.
my belly still aches from the masthead.

chew the logo out
Above you, the tree gives way to the sky. Above the sky the curve becomes cluttered again. Smashing spinning ice and foil. Clutter chatter pointing fingers. Close yer eyes. Hold yer breath.
my belly still aches from the masthead.