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Frogs pipe in dank reeds while New England seethes. Birds hurl their bodies at the gambrel roof. No there's not a fire from earth can burn it, no, no. No there's not a fire from earth can burn it, no, no. No there's not a fire from earth can leave a mark on his home. No there's not a fire from earth can leave a mark. You're not afraid of the birds shrilling at the stolen dead. Big as a barn, they said. Not your wetlimb, ropemade eyes, eyes, eyes. Just the still; your slowdown and miserable crawl home. Orgy from May Eve to All-Hallows pit. No cosmic horror, just ripe decadence.

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from We Bake Our Bread Beneath Her Holy Fire, released May 9, 2010

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Thumpermonkey London, UK

A person in space, walking, or adrift, but safe, exploring, freedom, discovery.

A clockwork piano contraption, like a giant ballerina box, but turning a big totem pole, around which smart office dressed people slowly dance with dead glazed eyes as a slightly out of tune slow Satie-like Lydian melody loops round.

White men in pith helmets hunting large animals to extinction.
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