The video
No one else in thEE young far-fetched world ever inculcated god-filled neighborhood flickering busrides out windows rolling down long ways to the actual grounds with the slightest spring once in legs as if anticipating destiny, that perhaps Dominic with home electronic video-camera fingered _dudelookslikealady_in such minimal viewports emulate and venturing to new-fangle, change, rapidly away with the musical movement and such so much; moved Mercurio right onward, through too, deeper in them than any monumental elevation, yet apt in some intellect, in some incredibleness, in slumber-filled spills released down the sides of simple facets overfilled, wired, truly soundtrack- conquered in a swarm off odd creations and consumed choruses when the birds took off. Around cameos. . . “Videos need not be outnumbered by the extras,” Merc burst, Pine Cone accompany in Caterpillar guitar from Nik's ears, accompany to graphic adventures we were all picturing; with forever standing next to and not in the camera, but exploding ironic blues, gratified, "Needs saturation and indulgence that everyone else will ever share," between them two blues, from bus windowed magnifying... but immediately from like -- the frosted--in tragic criss-crossed--scene that intro, conversion; wiped away words, him, me, Dominic filming--we fused to the controls.