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drunken ghosts nesting in cacti and sniping lumberjacks as they lurch through a forest that is strangely well-lit |
CD: Whiteout For Bruises
Label: Gerbil Probe Wreckhordes
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Inanimate objects seem to accuse me of crimes of which I am ignorant in unintelligible tongues as I try to flee through the sewers, chased by the babblers. |
CD: Whiteout For Bruises
Label: Gerbil Probe Wreckhordes
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strange noises disjointed yet in synch, fending off attacks from harmonies here and there |
CD: Whiteout For Bruises
Label: Gerbil Probe Wreckhordes
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