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Weeping confined in loss of ideas & panicked in comfort, an evenness tone invited werewolf into skin. Expanse of purple-grey fleshy tones & a casement of shadow speckled curvature outpost lacking in plains, or a smell that he felt for in hiding a shell within aught persons. Your gleefulness varies & it is crossed over in transit, a little to ask, we hadn't it worst.

Your every matter talking burns forth in an ease of dislike. You are dressed all in white. Was it an incense or perfume I began soon to smell? Could not remember him making a sales pitch, grey hair & his charm into anarchist veins.

Swing murky brilliance on the end of a rope. Armageddon was missed. Leave our self shattered playground a crumbling pit, let our house make its meltdown, our past naked spit - & her undergound legs made it worried & climb her, & lying in bed for an hour just to find her but I still completely cannot define her.

But myself naked ruin & admission of shame, let it all winter thoughts & a case for a rest, incompleting profane make it hard to forget. This admission of warlord, when a light has gone out - walk under it on street & see then what happens, you would have to deny that ever this happens but a punishment thought springs up from the roses & tramples itself into paths of the brain.

Doing handstands, one house burnt down - & all for sad money, existant & plain, it is now winter canyone in cravings & plain that his band altered rain & already became what ye don't need to not know & are punished with snow.

This was relief, & was signalled as such by bas-relief patterns in adorning the walls & newspaper headlines for wordless grey thoughts - o I swing through its cups & its swords & its wands - & we were damp & rotten & we had only a skyline hair fracture to let in the light, with its grey little rain left alone in the world.

Remain furrowed & blank; do not forget your own mouth in such talk. Your talk-tormented walls are hurried & wars to catch animals conquest, with your brain a soft plenty gotten sharp gotten hard & ye cause it to grow; me own gotten frightening & my punishment plain, an allowance of rain; then we've soon gotten floods & we weave from above; we can play little gods we can fall upon swords.

No-one ever causes time to go slowly around here; in fact they all want it sooner; & you're left then outside, isolated in bodies looking up into showers in daylight substituting for streetlamp in evening - I feel like noir villain in black & white movie. Everybody's face turns into pornography but I'm smiling & shrug.

The murky flowered brilliance fell there into naught. Newly organic lifeforms try to express creativity by growing a moustache. Let us be taint for the season & a cleaving of sad poets' heads in the gutters they roll. Mercury holds the season of comfort in a fortified gloom - with no rejected pathway ventures, no awkward capital. For reasons unknown it was something like sailing, & ye couldn't stand tall in a meeting of minds, it had left me behind, & I walked as I talked & am feeling very small.

You're in confusion, but the hard naked fact is that I saw it all - though there was no sensation & very little of thought - I had not been called 'darling' before then, not at all & never again since. My bank account trembles to reconsider - perhaps I'll outwit her? Forget demon thoughts, or would that be too evil? I have no remorse, do not want it of course, but continue to moan, at home & alone.

The bachelor late at night is eating avocado which he's taken from fridge - 'mm, it tastes good' he thinks. The bachelor late at night goes to bed by himself.

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from Mantis Shaped & Worrying (2002), released June 22, 2002
Dave Black - electric guitar, harmonica, vocal

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fiffdimension Featherston, New Zealand

Outsider music from Aotearoa NZ and beyond, by Dave Edwards and collaborators (from 1856 to 2024).

Spans acoustic & electric noise, rock, folk, spoken word, postpunk, free jazz, gamelan, lo fi, electronica, & ethnomusicology.

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