PILL Touch of blue Vile and thick Penetrates the sanctum Words spoken in a flurry Foaming at the lip Tenderness not withstanding The endless barrage of mattering Of emotionality typically reserved For the wheels of ones own world SAME My temple of inertia Sounds as cavernous as a gong Tempestuously mellow Difficult to ripsote Subtle miasma
PILL, Same Kinda Feeling, Creatives (no. 1) and Fruit Washing Thoughts (P#1)
PILL, Same Kinda Feeling, Creatives (no. 1…
PILL Touch of blue Vile and thick Penetrates the sanctum Words spoken in a flurry Foaming at the lip Tenderness not withstanding The endless barrage of mattering Of emotionality typically reserved For the wheels of ones own world SAME My temple of inertia Sounds as cavernous as a gong Tempestuously mellow Difficult to ripsote Subtle miasma