FurAngKa

Fur AngKa born some time now. Lived under the sky still six years passed and life through rolling hills and fresh buttered miller's salted flower, fat sleep with rest. The young rusty nail binged off the hammer in B. Flat, the car door eaten well and truly, screeched a perfect C. The owner, a two footed stupid man answered the question in the knowledge that with perfect hearing the use of sign language would cover his inability to think. Fur AngKa the only water sign trained in the art of disbelieving, set a long and arduous toe after toe package holidays in the inclement. There was a person of little money," the rags" who on occasions rested it's head on the back seat of the abandon blue rust bucket. It sang as it slept, in D Sharp. The note rang through the night ears of the fishing village. Fur AngKa far at sea on the bumpy white horses dialled the number of the local Fire Brigade. Silence being the correct response, but for the air waves crowded with sounds. Fur AngKa held his mobile phone to the void of his ear and imagined what he saw. Then in the clearance The Project ,in twisted form, approached the AKG Acoustic C2000B.Spitting phrases in continuous linier arrows until graphic highs and lows stitch roof to floor. The light formation between projection and collection is complete in "The Project FurAngKa." Listen and watch: BUY "FurAngKa, The Project" from THIS LINK TO SHOP