They hide in the buffalo bluffs of the Pacific Ocean, where they lie in circles, covered in sacks of opened rice, as vampiric seahawks tear open their shirt pockets and they weep in the sand, willingly caught in the swarm of life. His enforcement was elegant: "If you wish to live...surrender and tumble into brittle ecstasy. Make your breaths desperate, make your steps quiet, my footprints are trenches in which you have fallen." His master lives in a castle of blue dairy crates that read: "Thou shalt not steal". The pine sapplings around the estate packed their belongings into duffle bags and proclaimed "This is no place to grow". As the Goliath sits with his master at the gathering of giants, the levitating chandelier in the blue crate castle, flickers briefly into his glass of muddy water.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
