R/ckets and S/ntries

they tried,in their deliverance and patience, but the program set the pace. its spell became a fission of average stars and the radial conversant of tone inside words made muddy by shared instants. closed by these peculiar lesions of draining tempo, the aliens of our idea brought us round. it's a political gesture, one would be fraught to say. and it stinks fo the very. the album was called Ole Coltrane.