Archive for November, 2010

Clocks back, chin up, teeth grit, mix mix mix

I can hear a bristling world of glitch. Analog dirt sickens brittle bones…the flock all seem to take it in turns popping sacred cherries and violating the coughed up seed of youth. Believe in the sick Tommy…believe in the sick.


Lost in a BBC style

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