Shall I treasure them red or treasure them light?
Though bitter juniper is still food pull down your pants by the she ass as I run my tongue over your gums
Oh honey bee buzz upon me
Slip me a note "oh God what a donkey!"
It smells like Falouja, a hammock rod
This shirt clings like dander
This kiss scrapes like rust
Tiny tiny paws covered in dirt
Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
Stabbing my hands like a sailor (savior)
This last night of ours pathetic (forever)
Tony tiny paws turning into dust
Tiny shining eye rolling like a die
Casting my fate to the grist mill (wayside)
This last night of ours frightened and surprised
Oh tuck away those ancient juggs of yours
Reacquainted with the brush of a skin flake
Cooped up between a jyrk and a hard place
You sight your eye off the tip of your gun
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016
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