raidiates pure joy at what the soil has given forth to us. and this rollercoaster wont be boasting no more, it hit the floor and flew apart in a ball of flames. and this radio plays on, such sweet melodies, now i'm in a haze if you're wondering where i went away. we're out on the wing of this wobbly bird, and we fall when we try to turn. and this radiation, raidiates pure joy at what the soil has given forth to us.
photos, mads teglers. words, the pheonix foundation.