The sky was a royal blue and the air was thick under the heat of the sun.
His eyes were pixelated and blurry, his vision hazy and disorientated.
The dancing had begun in the depths of the cave.
The rotation was hypnotic.
As he looked out to sea he pondered his fate.
The blood pumped rapidly around his aching body.
The laboratory was now closed.
The geography was way off.
Bass heavy South African RnB mutations from Jumping Back Slash.
The sky had turned a deep shade of crimson and the roar of thunder filled the air.
oqko are set to release a full length album from astvaldur.
The secret was passed with caution around the room as the circle of people giggled.
The barrel was loaded, packed to the rafters with heat that would cast a nightmare through the dim glow of the evening.
The boss of the estate, the captain of the cul-de-sac, the talisman of the tower block.
The street was dark and the light faint.
The jungle roared with the sound of love.
Deep within the temple lay a terrible beast.
The sun soared high in the galaxy up above planet earth.
As the pendulum swung back and forth his mind slowly became fuzzy.
The balance was shifting.
The indecision was killing him.
The waves rolled slowly across the bay.
The members of the household had gathered to watch the decline of the empire.
It was time to bring back the old, inject some life in to the forgotten and captivate those who had lost interest.
The jitter from the machine bounced around the room.
The sun beamed down upon the radiant black concrete.
The glass beaker sat upon the worktop, it's murky green contents shimmered within.
Fuzzed and brittle, cobwebbed basement theremin vibes.
It would be simple to stay behind these bastions of belief.
Red Axes' Israeli brothers share a Satanic bath before conjuring some chemistry.