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Time to Fit into These Rags Anymore. Time to Fit into These Rags Anymore. The dead side of a spaceship. Which landed on our lawn some years ago. A lonely wind to make us stay. A lie and wunderkind to find,. And trails the drapes to soda ash. We ask for backstage passes. And secret tissues, the twilight manacled. All in our ghost bodies,.
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Saturday, September 27, 2014. Goat - Commune Sub Pop; 2014. Gateways lean us through this hollow porch where we can hide from the sun. Beside the prank carcasses and dayglo ribbons of an elf burn. Posted by Nicholaus Patnaude. King Tuff - Black Moon Spell Sub Pop; 2014. Cast a black moon spell. Over all the land, as though every dream conjured in a magic crystal ball could refer and reflect to your crunchy riffs hobbling up the sidewalk in scruffy glory as clothes dance without owners. Drake - Noth.CONTENT
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Drag your battle axe across the black top. Sparks speak into the night. And the catseyes glow beetle green. Some things now seem small. Like the rain drops on your dress. The glass jar full of marbles. And the liquids in my chest. Now swing that steel viciously. Like slow, viscous drops. Light flows through your ear lobe. The walls wrap round my corner seat. This room feels like a globe. I know a tomb seems like a womb. On a hot June noon.
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. She appears intent in her task. Of writing, studying, reading. With head bent dilligently over the books. Eyes scanning the page quickly. But what the casual observer does not know. Is the anxious wondering of her heart. Separated from her by distance. Too far to touch, to feel, to hold. But near in heart and in mind.
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