Jizz any you wary of what you like?
say jazz instead of fight with an misunderstood pragmatism. spray notes like a blue wisdom in pallor of funk umbrage. missppelling with no pundit aplombly alit quite so much as the one turning over the images musicians spit, from bell from hole, from pleasure i'm told i've been made to jazz. on the upturned face of the odd daemon, she stalk like limber as the willow bent listening for the sound unlatching liquidly attaching heaven went. falling through the air, stuck in her hair like a chameleons true colors. and the message you, grandfathered into the paradigm, is that your mothers eyes at some point were milky in anticipation of the human kind this, jazz kiss on closed eyelids. should one or shouldn't on this electronic misinterpetation ready device. spelled that last rite nice, fighting with the kite, holding onto the next line, from the starboard bow, both moving on the face of an different ocean anyhow. perchane the pendant inverts on the reflected facies of falliable jazzbeards. man to man let me see if thru illustrative imagery can i tell you the girl next to me in this computer lab didn't ask what/ i was listening to. primacy inimacbly shelling an immaculately constructed image, say building say on fire, jazz like kerosene in her red hair brings, an image of spontaneous commbustability. bobbled like funk in elemental arrears, the ocean is the salt water berth of all falling ashes to earth to burning cutup drift away, slash farming, or fields ancient of days. fallow flips rolling over in the trough of new life. say grave say grevious music shut up tight by key unlocked with limber fingers the geez musicologists studying the jazz

If you don't understand German, like me, you might like to play this 8tracks playlist along with this stream: http://redir.ec/UBgI Workin here.

Tomorrow Never Knows (Leftside Wobble Edit) - awesome John.

love the flow of that D-Train track, one of my favourites!