ColoringBook is an ongoing musical proposition by Clayton Counts, with termagantly generous assistance from many talented instrumentalists, advisers, friends, and drugs. If you'd like to say hello to Mr. Counts - that's me! - please send all of your questions, advice, or pressing concerns, worded in the form of a single confused question, along with $1.38 shipping and handling, to: clayton (@) claytoncounts (.) com. Also, I don't spam my people's comments. I've never been a partner to spam, damn it, and neither should you. So, all comments are <<-DISALLOWED->> until further notice.
Hi Coloringbook, Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?
Hey Hey,
Just checking in to see how things are going these days? Looking forward to meeting up at a show at some point. Keep in touch.
Cheers,
Matt & Kane
