March 2011
February 2011
Sore Spores
Bobby
weirdness to the bone, forever.
“You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry.” —bob dylan.
[and the greatest lyric he ever wrote.]
And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry.” —bob dylan.
[and the greatest lyric he ever wrote.]
Play
gonna see godspeed you! black emperor and om, tonight
on psychedelics.
should be fascinatingly heavy.
