risopalle
drifting through dreams. cliffs, narrows, chutes, valleys, an ever changing landscape of brain chemicals. one moment you're running through green blades of grass on a sunlit hill, the next you're looking at clouds crossing the sky like cars, then it's night, pitch black darkness in a desert of cement. every warm moment counts in the face of the cold that's lying up ahead. it's one very, very dynamic album.
Favorite track: #1.