"... gently wrapped last night in the warm climate of the desired sounds, and their peace of mind ... I felt a lightness ... except that they show sounds like a wonderful world of unrestrained imagination ... I'll come back, thank and greet!"
A true representative of a soundtrack for my people-abused mind, so with a heavy heart I think to mr. Serrie for helping my adjust to those quiet times I crave and need to survive these halcyon days and nites----> thank you sir ;/ Philip
Flumoxed in a state of suspended animation inside a capsule orbiting a bio-lumiscent asteroid trapped by the gravitational pull of a moon in the Orion belt ... only to slowly switch into a transfixed paralysis of semi-consciousness between palpitations paced by the metronomic like glaze of the reddish purple glow emanting from the lunar type surface... or perhaps explained by Tantric sex or by the afterglow on my cat Rufus' hypnotic stare through one of his deep blue eyes that entice to be drawn into one mysterious world, that I still endeavor to figure out.