distortion_of_the_sun Death of a Rose the bent light reaching down with warm hands, reaching down as the shimmer passes through my fingers and mind. this simple pleasure can be so arresting, a perfect moment in which you close your eyes and just let it suffuse you, almost feeling invincable in the space of a breath, near bursting with energy, feeling like a primed piston on the verge of the upswing. pure bliss. screaming a war chant of promise, the naked chains falling to the ground. and then it passes once more, receding into a subconcious memory, ready to be remembered and take control once more as the distortion_of_the_sun grasps the mind. 041207 ... () (it sounds like leaves and wind on water and bee buzz by is passing the smell of pine resin tang and flint dust earth under cut grass and the feel of bark and rock wall singing in the sunshine all day) 041207 ... . into_the_heart_of_the_sun 060324 what's it to you? who go blather from