4 Jan 2008

Scaaners freebyt

Fo, she played by the water a red archer bow, harp a lazy back bone cultism frenzy, anus here?
Halt status, hail begging, mongrel fortune hunter, i sense tiny papr bag crumble split.
Hail our sircle jerk, binge firepit, sip soule a wysel figure tinted antique!
The speech he helled in his iron hammer song, her body, a grip ghana jilting jihad cold tingly finds stubs.
Crustaticous buttons, on line hereby thankful for given solal my find stub, crab finger.
fire for cold murky fingers up the spine-o-rail.
paper faxed the machine jammed and recon the freckled face appeared in black project ink.
red balloon vortex, constant awave awave awave...
her bathroom counter falling, I saw scaaner isky oaky tao.

6 comments:

cocaine jesus said...

perfect!

murmurists said...

great stuff

Ruela said...

cool.

Lazare said...

looks like we've found a genuine dark angel here, fellows!
i'm really loving your stuff.

Aaron Held said...

thanks everyone!

Inconsequential said...

'tis the finest stuff...