2004-06-12 - 4:35 a.m.
"Uninfinite pilgrim it will not stop
feasting it cannot
it could be holes it could be doors
uncloud by rain and No Names
bundled off from all
nothing buckled is unstill"
these are lyrics from the split.
un leaves the neurons afire. the love of language, the love of rhyme. the need to let language find the brine. Even Nothing has meaning as Reproduction abounds. The ear a vagina, exposed to sounds. All is gentle and sometimes forceful/flooded headed to the indefinate article ocean.
