Its been a while ~ &
Soon telling words of the Driver,
, knowing Commer, knowing a Moonsong;
Words of K olivier
told apon cruel Wraparound.
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wishing movements were faster but a brain is molasses .
Narratives and experimental sounds permeate warped landscapes & warm skins. an ego or presence to place thoughts and legacies apon, K. Olivier does become a life of its own through the likes of words and breath and ink and electronics, and strings. Sharing art is an act of love I think.
or,,
A name is not dead, just moved; especially forever.
(as in, there is something such as a second rough interlude which will at some point surface dont quote me on that.)