Flaming Lips

Brooding soliloquies threaten to unveil themselves with each nonchalant response to pertinent information. The surge builds as tides draw back, preparing to make landfall. Sinister villains lie under loosely stitched fabric snatched from young hands. On the pretext of political correctness dizzying anecdotes dance around deadly battles like moths over a flame. Spontaneous combustion is sure to leave behind unforetold masses uneager to explore actual occurrences. The seeds of civilization will lie dormant awaiting the recovery of misplaced instructions.