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Thursday, 18 July 2013
HALLUCINATORY OVER CROSS
the damp fog and thick dirty tide of daylights waking dream and the slow dry chalkboard scream of helpless night-watches are experienced with twisted spirit/dim-thrill resignation that turns medical curse into dull adventure struggling on and on over toy obstacles for the soft treasure under the machines rainbow its a fabricated masquerade of limbic automation and coffee punctuated by visions of maiming and murder/burning and abuse real as french existential thrillers and the care glow of citrus hands
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