The New Toys

It's a 60 minute CD. I'll be there. In the new toys. Be me a... Grar, imlauvel, d'ai lips and hair. The machines are too dull when we are lion-pombs that move and breathe. We are served by machines, making saddens of sounds. Each blot of sound is a bun or a star. Body eats bouquets of the ears vista. And all physicality is porcy to demanding flesh. Ring-tail-cat. Close our drawers. Heavenly visions of gentle rats with pink noses. Henry, Mike Toth, Sharu, Sridano-deemed, Es, One, E