Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Rubble Mask Features
Somewhere Jamal scoped his deepness from ruins he erected secretively, furtively crested buttons on every single garment. In the world of textiles the things itself is often more endowed, more festive than you ever could sever into. Despite declining orgies in space, our tribal bulk survives tantric orbits, tantric flightpatterns through zero dimension. Enclosed are several sealed ruminations. Sledgehammer steam, sister. Darling, sister, everything once tremendous now less of thematic and Kentuckian.