The leaves have this curl to them;
Racing past, golden hues like wisps of a horse tail not yet fenced in.
No more stiffening of this black substance.
This is more beautiful than pleasure I read.
One by one they fall, taking the last year with them.
Away from me.
Candy apple red; I want my lips to match.
But I can only see the glow around me,
Shedding its skin.
And full like everything else,
It helps me molt then retreat.
I’m so fucking sick of being humyn.
This album is filthy as fuck! It's a reminder of the dirge that's my hometown of NOLA (I live in Seattle, now) and the grimey metal scene that comes from bowels of the city! RONIN KILGANNON feat. INTERLOPER