Beautiful. Things I do on break time while I smoke the day away. The power of voice. The touch and the sound. Flows clearly. I love it. Voice, that is.
Ganj Reviewed by Ganj on . the pride of cucamonga Out on the edge of the empty highway Howling at the blood on the moon Big diesel Mack rolling down my way Can't hit that border too soon Running hard out of Muskrat Flats It was sixty days or double life Hail at my back like a shotgun blast High wind chimes in the night Rating: 5