Wastefan Ajay Nair Land of the Free, Home of the Brave There is no power to pop. Just an electric noise, a stringed distance, like a moment passing from one mind to another's mind. They just appear and disappear, like a restless candle flame. So long you're turned on. In this age of dope hope, kiss goodbye to sunflowers that poke the mind, use your old skin, rinse, and, abort style by midnight. There is truth to moonlight sonata. Electric ladyland shall possess the lifeless mannequin and begin all new things. Wastefan’s tracks Hate Hail Hate by Wastefan published on 2016-02-14T14:24:23Z Yellow Fin by Wastefan published on 2016-02-14T14:20:34Z Entity by Wastefan published on 2016-02-14T14:11:25Z Sleep In A Circle by Wastefan published on 2013-12-04T11:42:55Z Eclipse The Chin by Wastefan published on 2013-12-04T11:41:19Z Wishful by Wastefan published on 2013-11-27T12:33:12Z Backlash by Wastefan published on 2013-11-27T12:23:08Z