souds like it looks

Snowed in and we had to do something. I brought over the laptop, Joey brought the harmonium, Tim a clean precision, Steven a reckess abandon. Aaron fitted a ringleaders uniform and then ripped patches off the elbows. Unfettered, we dug tunnels and reburied bones that would grow into skull-lilacs in the melting sun of Spring. It's all here on tape, and I'm scared to play it back.