UNCLE LUSH

“I love the smell of gasoline, like all summer in a day, inside a great fluttering of wings, guttering the flames, discover through the struggle and the strain, stutterers don’t stutter when they sing.”

“I love the smell of gasoline, like all summer in a day, inside a great fluttering of wings, guttering the flames, discover through the struggle and the strain, stutterers don’t stutter when they sing.”