neversaynikki

There is something mechanical about it – not at all like clockwork, but more likeflashing red lightsand spiked metal gears,the sound of heavy boots on the pavementtapping out the morose ...

We hung our legs over the edge of a springtime of wisteria, calling back to the birds that made their homecoming heard. We told you, try listening with your ears ...

Okay, we've all gotten the idea that I don't do well with titles. Sorry about that. Anyway, this is a song that I wrote for my band -- it's going ...

they sound-proofed the wallswe'd been communicatingthrough morse code again