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.)