Slays me every time... 3 replies, 23686 views

Candide
7/16/2008 5:40:00 PM
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive.
A love letter to the crescent moon.
By tomorrow it will be gone I told her.
There is no tomorrow she said.
I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind.
Postcards from a paradise in flames.
She used to be so right.
So right about everything.
Turkatron
7/16/2008 6:50:00 PM
that's hyperviolet right?

great album
Candide
7/16/2008 7:20:00 PM
yeah, the feedback at the end is so fucking righteous, i never though humming could sound so heavy
TheOtherGodhead
7/17/2008 3:21:00 PM
JR is/was suppose to come out with a book.