The truth explodes one hundred thousand fictions. Vascular and sclerotic draining dead plasma eyes know nothing tongues cracked molar grimaces. Each head is just a tape loop; capstan rolls out 30ips at 33° 35' N 7° 39' W of brute, unrecognized, final agony. They were already consumed and lived as waste before they were husbanded from the safety of nothingness to the bright bleeding squirm of being.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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wow - just been listening to 'that noisy thing you do'. great tunes maaaannnnn. the decider is very super indeed (is that you singing?..sounds a little nick loweish to me which in my opinion is a very good thing).
i see you have a cd for sale - hhmmmmm - should i buy it or should i just record 'em off the webpage...what a moral dilemma. i'll take a look through the rest of your music when i get a minute, i love guitar based 'pop' like that. i wonder if you are spluttering with rage at being described as pop. the gasoline song is great too...great little guitar bit at the start.
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