Hand puddles of leaking black blood. Bright glued sunshine blocking vision. Tagging the park bench where you nap. Centipede mallrat. Horrible coffee. That juiced taco stand customer withdrawing from reality and exploring the depths of his soul mid-bite. Ancient temple buoyancy. Small maps. Clinging to static and rope love.
Get a copy of Constellation Botsu’s new self-titled CD on Nute records here, and listen to the whole thing below.
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