/// In The Sacred Mood Of Evening Acts…
/// In The Sacred Mood Of Evening Acts ... In The Spirit Of Few Actions ... All we want is A Well Rooted Well Secured Room ... On The West Facing Side Of A Leafy Jagged Rocks Mountain ... Million Or More Big Deep Quiet Green Leaves .... koa ka ka koa koa koa ... A Whole Lot Of Subtle Sacred Mysterious Texture Surrounding And Spreading Out To Infinity ... All Physical Features Gradually Shrinking As They Flow To The Balanced Horizon ... also The Sweet Sound of Ma Si Tu Light Mad Gas Jazz ... Streaming Out Of A Friendly Go Go Jacaranda Tree Stump ( all edges smoothed and softened ) ... Slowly Breathe All This Shit In ... Sitting And So Lovely Ting And Teenk Of Notes ... Sister Melody ... Mountain Heart Peace and Mild Fascination ... During Most Spans Nothing Wild Could See Us ... Nothing Could Steadily Without A Blink See Our Soleroamy Buttocks ... Our Monkey Ass Photograph On The Bedside Table... That Orange And Hairy Tarantula Keister ... or Macaw Small Pools That Reflect Like New Mirrors ... Dear Scarred Mountainside Napping Blue ... Dear Not Fully Comprehendable Lyrics ... Drastically Shortened Libretto ... Dear Existential Capsule ... Love ... Can You Feel To The Essence Of Your Core This Fifteen Minute Movie? ///