Crescendo Role Warren Lloyd Crush   e   endo son. Crush   e   endo sun. Don’t bother shooshing the smiling ivory the vacuum’s on in the theory background a seance of sorts bleaching mirroring sockets. All daylight. All the time. All      saws some tennis elbowed books on brooks whose parts tickle new aged people with shoe colors called bone. Mall May light. Mauled the time. All saws some assuaged pupils all agog over repititious garages. Come across the fog           into the fog. Even though is in explosion I love you smeared across mall May night. Mauled of time. All claws some smoked through the old Pinto’s window fog. Crush    e    endo son. Crush    e    endo Mush! To the end of the sun. Remember those old times. No, I told you three times all daylight. All the time. All saws some not quite nostalgic, just periodically allergic to the praxis of peroxide & bermed bird logic.