Monday, August 16, 2010

tentacoustics!

pin hole pushed electrified earther dispersed and look at the birth or...catchstraw of hay. melodical auidtories from the Bink Tine Mines solidified in the third...



welcome form welsomes ears! hammer mallop stirrups anvil burners!

squatted but not squandered pleasantly bent with the permission of crust scorn scorchers...

the forge bend the moth licking into fingers the flames the hallways and that crooked smell...a transmutation, equivalently exchanging with the pressure of destruction and the mutation of creation...

how else would you explain the ashy ridden melted tree fleshy and the pyroclastic cloud bellow crust flaking in your general meandering direction with the sole effort to eat your skin...

the belly of the flame feeds on all oxygen around in the maniacally twisting fashions beyond dapper...supreme! at their consumption...and organised with wit ....

note the tear drop frame of the match tip game that politely exchanges particulate nuclei malmajoined.....amalgagrinned

"prisoner to its purity" said adam to eve...


and some where between them crawled out the four finger tentacoustic

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other wise listen to
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