Parnassian Notes ~ ottootto Life ( This Morning Things )
With savory splits, not so divine sticky divides, love of
foreign books, serving as ( pick your human sense ) array of sweltering close to earth stars. Chapter one. Open
with Ja Ship brilliantly assembled in a chosen hint of
quiet and coolish mauve atmosphere. Excerpted from our circus of sorts florid tenderness or flamboyant radiant physical stuff. And chime whispers of a dozen different
bells. Next a grotesque dock, plus Egg Bearto playing
contra - bass clarinet on a holey frayed natty bard net.
O rust tree with both somber and uplifting turn. Your
different width steel limbs and tips of poles action,
rousing aesthetes visiting your deep layered music. And alien - like interpretation of adansonia spirit roots. Acid fruit love. Wild bleached godly gourds. We are grateful
for this timeless epiphany. Bright new oracle stroll.
