Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my
Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky.
Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering
Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He
“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones
my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont
Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show?
From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer
“There is an opening in the back of my skull. That is where i get the muscle tension, chief. At