Reasons Not To Start A Band
1. Thick Ferns grown up in barren voice-boxes, pale for the lack of sunlight imposed by the unobliging awkward and too-late to remember nostalgics and premature mid-lifers. 2. Unruly knotweed grown up about crease-bloated digits, soft and malleable at the pads. 3. Great hedges grown up in familiar cubicles, well-trimmed and measured for burial-boxes excessively tight at the hips...
And I do not recall how I arrived at the overgrown window. Along my home-made longitudes of East and West there rested large curtains of dead-spike trees laden with ivies of the poisonous variety; the water had killed them. To the South, or rather towards the Devil’s homeland, grew up violet starbursts, as if nature had painted the scene one might see fractions of a second after the pop of...