Pleasant harmonised sounds drop like sunshine in your pocket when the room begins to sway. No words… just epic beats.
Jan 21 ∙ 2018 | Red Jocks
When did we stop speaking the same language? I don’t remember this invisible line
Apr 19 ∙ 1994 | Red Jocks
They’re all the same. I sit in silence, with memories on auto play. A feeling of anger combined with a surge of pain. I recognise the face staring back at me and hold his thoughts beating helplessly in real time.