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Rolling music machine

San Francisco bound

Alexis raving

Niki dj

Skinny and open-windowed sound madness



Matthew writes past the pet hospital

Auburn road stop

Cantique

Antelope and the sound of angels

In the summer bread-making day



Overhead and around the azure

Rice blows burnt

With Oleander in the air

Food for goddesses this road

The greenest of pastures that we know



All is quiet and dark

With rustle of silk

And tight laces the darkness

Calling down voices

Of the approaching night



GO LANA the license exhorts

And the SKY KING follows blindly

Turn around

To the tomorrow's rising sun

So hot necked



We pass firemen blackened

The Seventh Day Adventist Church with Die Form

Un-understood by association Sunrise past Harbor Village

We roam Sunrise Convalescent Home

Gothic 1997 with nothing more to say