buat Edo droning, skipping, chk-chk-chk-ing, you klip-klop dawns and discos, notwithstanding calamus and pitiful dragons, brandishing swords and falujas, quizzing folks on brixton, idm and vaka. oozing black roses, you catapult pentatonic notes up to heaven, realizing just how much quizzing faiths sap your strength, how much quixotic flair it takes to swallow the moon.Continue reading “safaristi”