<<Recorded Live for Flow Shop in Seattle, Multi-Genre silliness for supporting Flow Arts>>
Deep in the stew of better moments lay a rock of truth, everything there we did they were doing to enrich themselves. The townsfolks smiled and cheered as the smoke build, and the fire grew blue from their merriment. At what cost they'd ask in the morning, bleary, footsore, and the ache of a tired jaw. Soot covered hands would brush ash off the cobblestone squares later... tracing last nights circle of salt.
