item #8037 I read your interview with interest. Obviously, you had articulated many of its main themes during our meeting, as abiding concerns of yours. I take your points regarding your wish to foreground the pursuit of process over, or as opposed to, the pursuit of kinds of art objects, soundartworks, etc.; finding meaning in that endeavour rather than in making fixed pieces, via synthesis, modes of composition, and so on. Clearly, in that respect, your releases are to be seen as documents of your engagement with a kind of experimentation. Your citation of the importance of intention on your part is well made, I think. This is an old debate in the arts, as I'm sure you will know. The challenge is to inculcate that into the finally-released artefact, in such a way as to carry evidence of your intentions which can be generally understood. Many fall foul of this; as intention is notoriously obscure: re. the age-old 'Intentionalist Fallacy' debate, which you may be aware of. I know life is too short for reading everything which is flung one's way, but good texts on this are Arthur C. Danto's essay, 'The Art World', but especially the Art & Language (as Michael Baldwin, Charles Harrison & Mel Ramsden) essay, 'Art History, Art Criticism and Explanation', included in Francis Frascina (ed.), Pollock and After: The Critical Debate, pp.191-216. The latter's notion of 'The Trobriand Island Problem' would, I think, be a key illuminator for you of these ideas. A&L frame the debate in the context of problems associated with anthropology - specifically that of the primacy of Participant Observation, disputing this as a naturally-dominant, dispassionate category. Anything by A&L is worth a look, though. Ditto your remarks about Pollock. The Frascina book is great on all that. One nugget about the Pollock method: it necessarily had a kind of temporal element, in that one could, via close inspection, see that, say, a blue was laid over, and thus was applied after, a red, and so forth. This temporal motif is not possible with sound layering, of course. A second nugget: Pollock sought to make paintings which were objects, rather than making a painting 'of' something else. Danto follows Plato and discusses this in terms of Reality Theory and Imitation Theory. Maybe you know Clement Greenberg's writings, and how the result of this wish to make paintings which were objects in their own right resulted in so-called Colourfield Painting. It seems to me that your use of Deconstruction is, at times, almost by way of arguing for process as a serious enough artistic endeavour in its own right; again, making the point that objects are not the only things which matter. Conceptual Art is full of examples of this. In this way, to my mind, your Deconstruction is almost another way of indicating a commitment to something essentially diagnostic. This, I would say, ties in well with your love of scientific method, insofar as you are experimenting, mixing up elements, taking things apart, using certain tools to investigate substructures, internal composition, and so on.Similarly, your ideas about letting the technology do what it does - with you almost as a kind of conduit - puts me in mind of two things: Heideggerian 'let it be' and Roland Bathes' 'death of the author'. This is great - as one could get all Zen about this, and end up drifting conceptually toward the East. Many do. There are, though, great reasons to keep it West! One key thing, I think, is that you do not seem to want the listener to trance-out. Indeed, I suspect it is attention to detail which you crave. If so, I totally agree. Ideologically or philosophically, then, this is more like Rationalism than the pursuit of Nirvana. I'll not go on much further. A few quips only ... Sampling I'd say is part of the tradition of collage. Within this, there are nuances and increments - between the use of original elements raw and identifiable - ie. full-on Appropriation - and abstracting and altering the same as to be unrecognisable, untraceable to its source. The latter, if taken to extremes of abstraction and alteration, ceases to infer collage, of course: like saying that a fretted D on a guitar by a contemporary guitarist is a sample of that move by an earlier guitarist! This references your point about using instruments for your * project, and how that is more accessible than using non-instrument sounds. Here, as your interviewer points out, are implications for what Walter Benjamin termed 'aura'. I like your point re. cyborg. Exactly so. Best wishes
william hogarth gave me babies
william hogarth gave me babies and i keep them in a brass wheelbarrow. i take extra care not to steer over cobblestones for the rattle of the journey might bruise their pristine flesh. at night i keep my tiny tots in a coal bunker in the garden. the coal bunker is insulated and double glazed so the chill cannot enter and they are kept warm and snug.
i have names for my babies.
i call them cabbage, lukewhittle and farmtend.
they are easy to maintain and i feed and water them on a regular basis.
our daily walks takes us over hill and dale and the nice newsagent gives me a white bar of chocolate for my trouble.
"but it is no trouble", i mustard, "i enjoy taking my bairns out."
"what, over hill and dale?"
"indeed so", i reply, "over hill and dale."
the matrons of the charm school coo and flutter as i pass for they too love my cherubs. they love their button bright eyes and their pin prick teeth.
if you like i can furnish you with a photographic image of my babies.
would you like that?
would you like to seed my bairns?"
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glory
Impaled on chosen spike
Swimming those milligram roads
Chained but no desire
Drifting through lavender haze
Leaving a soon faded stain
Swimming those milligram roads
Chained but no desire
Drifting through lavender haze
Leaving a soon faded stain
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stolen image manipulated by cocaine jesus
Questionnaire
Name: Hakim HaHa!
Party Affiliation: A Shout of Secession
Who Links To You?: They all do. All the time.
1. Who are you?
The pet baboons I normally keep bound in my wristwatch have escaped, and dry-walled the interiors of my mind so that I no longer remember.
2. At what age were you born?
We often have to choose between wearing yellow fangs or painting our cocks red. Always remember that.
3. Describe what the future sounds like bleeding out of a speaker.
Like a thousand planks of wood setting sail for the land of schizoprenia.
4. Which month has all the days crossed off on a calendar you will never see?
Rimbaud once let me slurp gunpowder from his tongue during the course of a lovely evening chasing camels in the desert. Does that count, or am I dreaming?
5. The virgin mary’s favorite television show is: in a particle vacuum.
6. If Jesus Christ came back today the first thing he would do would is: salivate at the thought of all those juicy cocks sliding over his cum-stained beard.
7. Two of the conditions surrounding the inception of god were: roasted frisbee brains and a dry viral slab.
8. The blood of others will be: spilled. Always spilled.
9. The most violent shape is: a jabbering dream.
10. The most beautiful sound is: my purple clitoris singing in the shower.
11. To choose the right verb you must: shop around for the choicest cuts of meat.
12. What sort of hope do you place in love?
My breath is green and about to go nova.
13. How do you picture the passage from the idea of love to the reality of loving?
Marajuana smoking chunks of concrete all around me, then plastering posters of a spread-eagled pony-tail all over the city.
14. Would you, willingly or unwillingly, sacrifice your freedom for love? Have you ever done so?
The bodies buried in my garden are now loudly sipping tea.
15. Do you believe in the victory of love’s glory over the sordidness of life, or in the victory of sordidness over love’s glory?
Eyes will always be born to bleed. There is simply nothing I can do about that.
16. Addition or subtraction?
When a gang of roving boom-boxes figures out how to splice the horror of last night's frenzied ritual into a form of kindness, it will prove to be a benediction for us all.
17. The opposite of art is: mystical socialism for the masses beneath your clotted eyelids.
18. Surrealism is: the speed of an LSD-drenched asteroid multiplied by the clenched knees of hysterical women.
19. Rebellion is: on sale right now. Hurry!
20. Freedom is: the peeled laughterr coming from that dumpster over there.
21. Your personal manifesto in one sentence: never smoke your own genitals, whether they are clean or dirty. Always smoke someone else's. It's just better.
22. Where can people find you?
Burrowing around in their pockets.
23. The precise formula for dignity is: lounging on the grass until noon, whereupon it will rise up and suddenly attach itself to your forehead when you least expect it.
24.(Association) Woman: the proper cough syrup wants to live.
25. Pages yellow, skin _______________
a saxophone oasis.
26. Your hymn to the night, please: Baby, please don't go, I honestly didn't mean to put it there!
27. The great victim is: eternal lust for an outgrown paradigm.
28. The great evil is: a melancholic truss-rod stuck between your teeth.
29. Who killed JFK?
I'm not sure, but I've always suspected that guy who played bass on Celtic Frost's first three albums.
Thanks Surrealist Gesture!
Party Affiliation: A Shout of Secession
Who Links To You?: They all do. All the time.
1. Who are you?
The pet baboons I normally keep bound in my wristwatch have escaped, and dry-walled the interiors of my mind so that I no longer remember.
2. At what age were you born?
We often have to choose between wearing yellow fangs or painting our cocks red. Always remember that.
3. Describe what the future sounds like bleeding out of a speaker.
Like a thousand planks of wood setting sail for the land of schizoprenia.
4. Which month has all the days crossed off on a calendar you will never see?
Rimbaud once let me slurp gunpowder from his tongue during the course of a lovely evening chasing camels in the desert. Does that count, or am I dreaming?
5. The virgin mary’s favorite television show is: in a particle vacuum.
6. If Jesus Christ came back today the first thing he would do would is: salivate at the thought of all those juicy cocks sliding over his cum-stained beard.
7. Two of the conditions surrounding the inception of god were: roasted frisbee brains and a dry viral slab.
8. The blood of others will be: spilled. Always spilled.
9. The most violent shape is: a jabbering dream.
10. The most beautiful sound is: my purple clitoris singing in the shower.
11. To choose the right verb you must: shop around for the choicest cuts of meat.
12. What sort of hope do you place in love?
My breath is green and about to go nova.
13. How do you picture the passage from the idea of love to the reality of loving?
Marajuana smoking chunks of concrete all around me, then plastering posters of a spread-eagled pony-tail all over the city.
14. Would you, willingly or unwillingly, sacrifice your freedom for love? Have you ever done so?
The bodies buried in my garden are now loudly sipping tea.
15. Do you believe in the victory of love’s glory over the sordidness of life, or in the victory of sordidness over love’s glory?
Eyes will always be born to bleed. There is simply nothing I can do about that.
16. Addition or subtraction?
When a gang of roving boom-boxes figures out how to splice the horror of last night's frenzied ritual into a form of kindness, it will prove to be a benediction for us all.
17. The opposite of art is: mystical socialism for the masses beneath your clotted eyelids.
18. Surrealism is: the speed of an LSD-drenched asteroid multiplied by the clenched knees of hysterical women.
19. Rebellion is: on sale right now. Hurry!
20. Freedom is: the peeled laughterr coming from that dumpster over there.
21. Your personal manifesto in one sentence: never smoke your own genitals, whether they are clean or dirty. Always smoke someone else's. It's just better.
22. Where can people find you?
Burrowing around in their pockets.
23. The precise formula for dignity is: lounging on the grass until noon, whereupon it will rise up and suddenly attach itself to your forehead when you least expect it.
24.(Association) Woman: the proper cough syrup wants to live.
25. Pages yellow, skin _______________
a saxophone oasis.
26. Your hymn to the night, please: Baby, please don't go, I honestly didn't mean to put it there!
27. The great victim is: eternal lust for an outgrown paradigm.
28. The great evil is: a melancholic truss-rod stuck between your teeth.
29. Who killed JFK?
I'm not sure, but I've always suspected that guy who played bass on Celtic Frost's first three albums.
Thanks Surrealist Gesture!
Hypnotized fingers pull away from the
Nursing of the glass hands to the clouds pull off the hypnotized sky
Hypnotized hand drawing of the glass sky
Let the sun paint the intersection Sun red
Let's paint the red sun
spread through the foliage Serpent's Egg and diamond nail
and leaves spread over the
White paper snake leaves its spread over diamond fingernails
the glass sphinx returns its sibling's kiss
Return to kiss his Abu Glass fear returned to his brother's kiss Sphinx
the ghost of you appears in my nights
You will be shown the ghost is my night
You have displayed a demon in my night
You will be displayed at night my ghost
You will be shown the night my ghost
My demons will appear in your night
and my mouth veiled stab wounds Solitude and mouth wounds Killer Solitude
and my mouth stings killer
veiled Solitude and killer stings in my mouth
Mimetized bleak environment in underlit dim
we are slowly returning to the waters
ever backwards we fall in slow waters and It is up to us to fall back
Scream like sinewaves from escaping chuckled Illusions from
a screaming chuckled specter screamed the same attention to Cry like sinewaves
Nursing of the glass hands to the clouds pull off the hypnotized sky
Hypnotized hand drawing of the glass sky
Let the sun paint the intersection Sun red
Let's paint the red sun
spread through the foliage Serpent's Egg and diamond nail
and leaves spread over the
White paper snake leaves its spread over diamond fingernails
the glass sphinx returns its sibling's kiss
Return to kiss his Abu Glass fear returned to his brother's kiss Sphinx
the ghost of you appears in my nights
You will be shown the ghost is my night
You have displayed a demon in my night
You will be displayed at night my ghost
You will be shown the night my ghost
My demons will appear in your night
and my mouth veiled stab wounds Solitude and mouth wounds Killer Solitude
and my mouth stings killer
veiled Solitude and killer stings in my mouth
Mimetized bleak environment in underlit dim
we are slowly returning to the waters
ever backwards we fall in slow waters and It is up to us to fall back
Scream like sinewaves from escaping chuckled Illusions from
a screaming chuckled specter screamed the same attention to Cry like sinewaves
facets and aspects
These seas we weave and wallow through
Stain our flayed skins a preserve a fickle
Face of little value all depth hidden beneath
Crisp veneers of insipid viscosity
Facets and aspects - shattered fragments
Splinters of self driven into blind eyes
bones
been searching
litter bins and trash
for the bones,
dry bones.
bird bones and dog bones.
chicken bones and thigh bones.
the bones chewed by mongrels.
the bones of meat and fish.
caught the bones on celluloid.
plastic bones illuminated.
item #3773
Well, tiger, I do seem like I want to emphasize good life. It's true, I limit myself by making a point of other things....bad life, Lydon-wise, you know... Our problems are problems of proportionality.Here's the thing...Being controls reality and surreality. Generalising this knowledge aids moral and intellectual authority. Take this as it is meant. By authority, I emphasise a branch of basic human kindness; not a canopy of commands, glints in an eye, and heavy strutting. The twinkle in my own eye is secondhand starlight, merely reflected. You will find me gregarious, even coquettish, in this, I suspect. Yet, I am comfortable enough.I'm interested in theatrics. I like its embroideries. I am no lover of its consistencies, however.Please note I am divorced, and am seeking a single male. I have children, and I have several pets. I smoke but I do not drink - ever. In addition, you must be geographically compatible. I cannot budge on that issue. Best wishes :-)
residual management
Disappointing fabrics
It is contaminated
Brain tissue
Tainted
Box section
Logs stanza segments
The macula of the past
Freezing trader
In a memory
Over
Wet graphics
Other disturbing data
Face to face
Killer of breakthrough
The huge fish
Mortal you
McColl by mice
Under Concrete
Their mouths are open, such as Orchids
Sullied with joy
Living the high life
Collected at the corner of the debt
In brief
Registered with the numbering
Stranded
Extension forces Long
Under armed
Reservoir punctuated bone
Tear eye of the dreams of
Black memoirs
Brain Tissue
Along with tainted
Box section
The last spot
Cornea clotting
For the recall
Sub-zero dealer
More than
Unobtrusive data
Vis - - vis
The mutant killer
Beneath the concrete
The pattern data is erased,
Orchids like to open their mouths
Joy and sullied
This abbreviation
Kutaisi
Distant extended dispatch
And armed underground
Tanks punctuated the bone
G failure - male scan
Cell repair paralysis
White death
Dark memories
Disappointing Fabrics
It is polluted
Brain Tissue
Tainted
Box section
Log short segment
In the past the spot
Cornea clotting
To recall
Merchants freeze
African memory
At least
Wet graphics
Other disturbing data
The huge fish
You can die
A numbered registration
Kutaisi
Armed bitches
Forced to extend long
Under armed
Reservoir punctuated bone
Beneath the wings of the house
G - men failed to poll
Cell repair paralysis
White death
Rising project
Abolition of children's dreams
It is contaminated
Brain tissue
Tainted
Box section
Logs stanza segments
The macula of the past
Freezing trader
In a memory
Over
Wet graphics
Other disturbing data
Face to face
Killer of breakthrough
The huge fish
Mortal you
McColl by mice
Under Concrete
Their mouths are open, such as Orchids
Sullied with joy
Living the high life
Collected at the corner of the debt
In brief
Registered with the numbering
Stranded
Extension forces Long
Under armed
Reservoir punctuated bone
Tear eye of the dreams of
Black memoirs
Brain Tissue
Along with tainted
Box section
The last spot
Cornea clotting
For the recall
Sub-zero dealer
More than
Unobtrusive data
Vis - - vis
The mutant killer
Beneath the concrete
The pattern data is erased,
Orchids like to open their mouths
Joy and sullied
This abbreviation
Kutaisi
Distant extended dispatch
And armed underground
Tanks punctuated the bone
G failure - male scan
Cell repair paralysis
White death
Dark memories
Disappointing Fabrics
It is polluted
Brain Tissue
Tainted
Box section
Log short segment
In the past the spot
Cornea clotting
To recall
Merchants freeze
African memory
At least
Wet graphics
Other disturbing data
The huge fish
You can die
A numbered registration
Kutaisi
Armed bitches
Forced to extend long
Under armed
Reservoir punctuated bone
Beneath the wings of the house
G - men failed to poll
Cell repair paralysis
White death
Rising project
Abolition of children's dreams
Hi.
I'm interested in expanding my circle of persuasion, via exactly this: ad hoc, hedonistic exchange, as simulation. Jargon will settle the issue. No situation is inimical to this treatment. Let me put it this way... I am self as tendency; I am in-situ deviant, a twister. I keep open-minds about me as environment. I might be constant in some measurable way. I am, I know, infinitely learning. By means of adventure, being interested, and admittance, I am relating one activity to another; joining up the world. I have bagged certain absolutes along the way.
If you feel you want to meet, some requirements first: I politicise representations as well as the notion of representation itself. Acuity in this is possible, I feel; therefore I expect the same from you. I will only respond to persons willing to provide for themselves. (I'm not interested in accumulating rows of super id.) Some people might describe themselves as products of terminology. I understand this. As such, I am happy to support this and work to add to such cultures.
Message here first; then we can take it to Yahoo.
Chow.
I'm interested in expanding my circle of persuasion, via exactly this: ad hoc, hedonistic exchange, as simulation. Jargon will settle the issue. No situation is inimical to this treatment. Let me put it this way... I am self as tendency; I am in-situ deviant, a twister. I keep open-minds about me as environment. I might be constant in some measurable way. I am, I know, infinitely learning. By means of adventure, being interested, and admittance, I am relating one activity to another; joining up the world. I have bagged certain absolutes along the way.
If you feel you want to meet, some requirements first: I politicise representations as well as the notion of representation itself. Acuity in this is possible, I feel; therefore I expect the same from you. I will only respond to persons willing to provide for themselves. (I'm not interested in accumulating rows of super id.) Some people might describe themselves as products of terminology. I understand this. As such, I am happy to support this and work to add to such cultures.
Message here first; then we can take it to Yahoo.
Chow.
anxiety influenza
i'm going to shoot you seven times
the wavering hands
deface like make up
lick venomous fingers
I am you going to shoot seven times
Withdraw your teeth
Soldiers at the feet of snow
Holy terror
In light of a dark blue
Huge black box
Bodies hanging from Ankles
Scratched hands hidden
Your face, such as
Llanos shattered
They fought the psychological angle
In my view
My feet on the ground empty
Sharp crystal prayer
A black diamond bullet hole through your mouth
Lick Sam fingers
Low in the womb
Ether and Rings
Dissolving with your last words
My (inner) space
Final borders
I have to shoot
Pull out your teeth
Footprints on the snow soldiers
Holy terror
Dim light blue
Silence of the phenomenon shown that
All suffer from nightmares of my life.
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
Hands and wavering
Hidden scratched hands
Like face to remove the countervailing
Janus ripped apart
Mentally fighting Corner
My mind is littered with shredded pig's head and rib cage
Hollow feet to the ground
Crystal Sharp Prayer
Diamond bullet through the mouth of a black hole
Baleful finger sucking
Uterine dipped massacre
And ether ring
Your last words dissolving
(internal)
frontier
I have to shoot it seven times
Withdraw your teeth
The soldiers,
Unruly
Light and Dark Blue
Such phenomena emerge from silence
You all suffer from the nightmare of my life
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
Frequency hand
Hidden hands scratched
Shattered Llanos
They fought a psychological angle
In my opinion, a basket filled with
feet on the ground
Crystal Sharp Prayer
Black Diamond bullet hole for the mouth
Sam finger sucking
prenatal massacre
Ether and the Ring
The breakup of the last words
teeth
Soldiers with snow footprints
Holy terror
Dim lights are blue
Some Symptoms of silence
The hand-shaking
Hidden hands 16:20
Your face, such as removing makeup
Janus ripped off
Keeping aspiring to a corner
My mind is the matrix and
I do not have won ground shading balee
Crystal Sharp's Prayer
Diamond bullet through your mouth black hole
Englewood lick fingers
Take the uterus brutality
And futures ring
Last decomposition using the word
(internal)
Final Frontier
I
Holy terror
This is as dark blue lights
escape from silence
You suffer from nightmares all my life
Huge black box
The bodies, hanging from the ankle
Hidden hands win
Your face,
They struggle
psychological angle
Payroll, Multi Rib filled with hobbies and heads chopped pork
My feet empty ground
Crystal Sharp's Prayer
Black Diamond, a bullet hole through your mouth
, with the decomposition
(internal)
Final borders
I was shot seven times
The withdrawal of teeth on the snow soldiers
Holy terror
Dim light blue
Symptoms of silence being displayed
All my life, the pain and nightmares.
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
His head
Hidden hands 16:20
Set-off and removal of the same faces
Janus ripped off
Fighting mentally corner
My heart is burning with a pig's head and the distance Multi Rib Cage
Shade won no earthly feet
Diamond bullet through the mouth of a black hole
Baleful finger sucking
Take the uterus massacre
And futures ring
Your last words to disassemble
I was shot seven times
The withdrawal of teeth
Soldiers, Pitt's eyes
Spontaneously
Light and dark blue
Such a phenomenon escape from silence
All of you suffering from nightmares of my life
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
Hidden bloody hands
Llanos 13:16:29
Satu them a psychological angle
My opinion baskets filled with the head chopped pork Multi Rib
VAL empty ground
Crystal Sharp's prayers
Black Diamond bullet hole in oral
Sam finger sucking
Low prenatal massacre
Gifts and the ring
Erosion is the last word
the wavering hands
deface like make up
lick venomous fingers
I am you going to shoot seven times
Withdraw your teeth
Soldiers at the feet of snow
Holy terror
In light of a dark blue
Huge black box
Bodies hanging from Ankles
Scratched hands hidden
Your face, such as
Llanos shattered
They fought the psychological angle
In my view
My feet on the ground empty
Sharp crystal prayer
A black diamond bullet hole through your mouth
Lick Sam fingers
Low in the womb
Ether and Rings
Dissolving with your last words
My (inner) space
Final borders
I have to shoot
Pull out your teeth
Footprints on the snow soldiers
Holy terror
Dim light blue
Silence of the phenomenon shown that
All suffer from nightmares of my life.
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
Hands and wavering
Hidden scratched hands
Like face to remove the countervailing
Janus ripped apart
Mentally fighting Corner
My mind is littered with shredded pig's head and rib cage
Hollow feet to the ground
Crystal Sharp Prayer
Diamond bullet through the mouth of a black hole
Baleful finger sucking
Uterine dipped massacre
And ether ring
Your last words dissolving
(internal)
frontier
I have to shoot it seven times
Withdraw your teeth
The soldiers,
Unruly
Light and Dark Blue
Such phenomena emerge from silence
You all suffer from the nightmare of my life
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
Frequency hand
Hidden hands scratched
Shattered Llanos
They fought a psychological angle
In my opinion, a basket filled with
feet on the ground
Crystal Sharp Prayer
Black Diamond bullet hole for the mouth
Sam finger sucking
prenatal massacre
Ether and the Ring
The breakup of the last words
teeth
Soldiers with snow footprints
Holy terror
Dim lights are blue
Some Symptoms of silence
The hand-shaking
Hidden hands 16:20
Your face, such as removing makeup
Janus ripped off
Keeping aspiring to a corner
My mind is the matrix and
I do not have won ground shading balee
Crystal Sharp's Prayer
Diamond bullet through your mouth black hole
Englewood lick fingers
Take the uterus brutality
And futures ring
Last decomposition using the word
(internal)
Final Frontier
I
Holy terror
This is as dark blue lights
escape from silence
You suffer from nightmares all my life
Huge black box
The bodies, hanging from the ankle
Hidden hands win
Your face,
They struggle
psychological angle
Payroll, Multi Rib filled with hobbies and heads chopped pork
My feet empty ground
Crystal Sharp's Prayer
Black Diamond, a bullet hole through your mouth
, with the decomposition
(internal)
Final borders
I was shot seven times
The withdrawal of teeth on the snow soldiers
Holy terror
Dim light blue
Symptoms of silence being displayed
All my life, the pain and nightmares.
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
His head
Hidden hands 16:20
Set-off and removal of the same faces
Janus ripped off
Fighting mentally corner
My heart is burning with a pig's head and the distance Multi Rib Cage
Shade won no earthly feet
Diamond bullet through the mouth of a black hole
Baleful finger sucking
Take the uterus massacre
And futures ring
Your last words to disassemble
I was shot seven times
The withdrawal of teeth
Soldiers, Pitt's eyes
Spontaneously
Light and dark blue
Such a phenomenon escape from silence
All of you suffering from nightmares of my life
Huge black box
Body hanging ankle
Hidden bloody hands
Llanos 13:16:29
Satu them a psychological angle
My opinion baskets filled with the head chopped pork Multi Rib
VAL empty ground
Crystal Sharp's prayers
Black Diamond bullet hole in oral
Sam finger sucking
Low prenatal massacre
Gifts and the ring
Erosion is the last word
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