The painting was somewhat distorted by the fragmented nature of his head from last summer.
Yasssssss. Roll up, roll up.
There was a strange sense of foreboding which hung in the air as the city gathered to watch the sun fall beyond the skyline.
The noise was overwhelming and dense. It was somewhat esoteric yet had a fanciful sense of playfulness which ran riot amidst the green dense forest.
She drove down the street swerving wildly on the old concrete roads as her hair blew fanatically in the rushing wind.
The trees were blowing softly under the strain of the slim breeze which echoed down the valleys and into the mountains which cornered the sky up above.
The bottle was safely kept in the medicine cupboard upon the top shelf.
The noise was deafening, it was if he had no reason to carry on.
The ice cream parlour was closed for one hour at midday during the week.
A previously unheard track accompanied by a live performance.
From a new 12" on My Rules featuring two of Justin Van Der Volgen's takes on Japanese house legend Yukihiro Fukutomi aka Foog.
The sky was a faint and hazy sense of spellbound under the misty glow of the streetlights and the towering buildings which loomed overhead.
The London composer/producer's new EP 'Gated Soul' is out 20th April via Boot Cycle Audio.
From a new 12" out 30th April via Cocktail d'Amore.
The mysterious producer debuts on 17 Steps with a pastel-hued sunshine smash.
The messages continued to resonate with him long after he placed his phone down.
The ground upon which he walked might as well have been solid gold for he was untouchable and delicate upon his feet.
The door creaked slightly as it softly cast a spiralling light out into the corridor.
The country had an identity all of its own, whether this was good or bad remained up for debate.
The country was a beautiful entity within which wild things grew and wild spirits ran wild and free.
The tropical haze blew across the wilderness and cast a spell upon the distant land.
The defiant battle between good and evil is never-ending.
The envy of the room gave him a strange sense of warmth and boosted his self esteem.
The confines of the rulebook left little room for imagination or free spirit.
The flickering lights darted between the darkness of the blackened room, the glowing trace of fluorescent blue stained the wall with prominent sparkle and delight.
Who knows, this might be the year we last forever.
The bird sat promptly in the old apple tree at the top of the garden.
A deep electro cut that wastes no time in unleashing its hypnotic, lysergic synths.
The water moved slowly in and out against the shore, it seeped through rock pools and brought new life to the obscure ecosystem which resided in each.
The time was half past midnight and the day from before had been wiped clean by the clicking noise of the clock.