don’t lie
you too
were thinking
the band.
there’s a
genesis
for
every
holy tale.
a nothing to something.
a drummer that sing
a one armed drummer
a ‘86summer
apres
the big hair
without hairspray; an alternative
culture is heard read tasted believed
throat deep’d
i’ll take mine up the nose
scents of an orthodox
and always
follow that stream north
don't be an ocean
