Floyd

Their dark souls would faintly glow at nights like will-o'-the-wisps made of obscure resins over the misty fields. It is said that one can still sense former lifes in their wild leathery faces, in bitter almond brown colored mists above...

When we still wore skins like savage leathers, sometimes shiny with cheesy smears, when we tended to fall into roseflower bushes, stitched the wounds with goat hair yarns, and cared for them with moss and resins, we stole honey from the bees...