rise´z

the morning leaves the stain
i can't think or move
until the time reaches the prime hour.
but now enough information has been gathered,
go away the crust and the walker.
pushing flat the leather bound book

"i might be able to make something of this"

but under but under, but under
but under the misture
rises up the greenling
uncurl unferl
"give me some respect"
LIFE it is born i say
and i want to know all the deeds.
on the otherside... tooo
so shaken hands
and free run skillz
it's keyeen.

-t.flo2009