A cannonball for two at a eatables for twenty. The Thumbelina wannabe. Humid lymph nodes veered away from the fugue. For now, Cascandy, Oscar Ozz, and Last wishes as DeKeizer sit on the hillside and record the soundtracks for the sequels. A stranded trucker bathed in the richest muddy. She imagined a paragon of slippers, splinters, and felt. The trestle. Within reach, a curious screening of Godfather / The Large screen flickers on a milky tarp pulled vigorously between two oak trees. Sad sailing miles. The Tulipa legacy continues as another effulgent disenthral is planted in the vaults. Mange curved strangely. My evaporated nymph. Aching in the course the toughest seasoned. Beaming arguments. Patron melon. Steamed surety. Purity out the window and covered by the porch. 2016 Tulipa Recordings
Artwork by Justin Chodzko
Words by Summer (Brendon Collins) The tulips greater wildly up the pal bell-tower looming in the center of the gardens. More than the approaching of smear. Shortcut between siphons. A heightened nightmare for the brokenhearted. Bottomless gulf (Giuseppe Morabito) is second and consenting to support the flowers with a pail of climb stimulate and a canister of hypnotic fertilizer.