Thursday, June 4, 2009

Coast On This Coast And Eat Smoked Fished (then get back hoam)

Span The Distance

Like The Motion

For The Churches of the Universe
Are Lying At Your Feet


Almost Close Enough


For Motel Rooms of Time Are Me Smoaked Wish
On This Leg Of The Voyage

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