sábado, diciembre 20, 2003

FASE 5:
concentracion
cervezas
bootlegs de TOOL en vivo

With my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.Spiral out. Keep going.

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