Friday, 2 October 2015

CONESONG

It is not even a song. It is a string of notes put together after a 35 year wait. Not even made. Yet still heard. I hear it - it plays me. Her sisters have made me play before. they have been heard, some words spoken, not too shabby. not enough to carry the weight.

conesong exists..

born of... dont be stupid you know fucking well what.. Oo dropkick.. oO

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