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Awaken To The Sunset
05:45
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2. |
Furoncles Bitumineux
06:26
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Blessings, Darling Lamina,
Lamb of Grandiose and Psoriatic Obelisks,
Please...
Te extraño tanto...
I... I, Sycophantom, the fig-bearer, with Acid and Cologne,
My innumerable hands resting reverently on the illustrious Codex Aktinic.
Rummaging around in my giddy head, quivering like sparrows in the belfry.
Clobbering against Carillon
The Brazen Banging of Bells
The Terrible Telling of Time
The Tocsin Tickling the Tonic
Arriving in Ear, from Air
Obsequious little curet, shall triturate for me.
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Laktro
02:49
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Laktro & Taroch, Deep in the Basilica,
Sipping Gorgeously from the Cup of Venom.
Leaching the Resin of Bethel.
Ambling through the veil of the of Banyon tree vines,
The rising exhaust from several coconuts.
8 Towering Alters at the end of 8 long Aisles.
The manifestation will wax and wane until the fourth day.
A terrible pain coming from the Narthex.
Drifting disoriented in the slow breeze.
Be quiet, be still, and remain enchanted.
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Lux'Lac
08:29
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Come and sit by me, I'll tell you a riddle...
Resté éveillé dans le cercle sacré des petits démons.
You, Blue Sapphire, Kissing the hand that bites, keeping the worthless tithe,
still wearing a demure, a quarter-mile....
Flip a coin à Dieu, qu'il chasse le fantôme qui vole soigneusement le petit lapin
Did you not expect any of these turns? oh my dear Gangrene? May God restore your ribs and give you rest from the bluffs of mustard gas.
О, дай нам солнышка!
Пошли ты ведра нам,
Чтоб вызрел их побег
по тучным бороздам!
Чтоб нам, хоть опершись на внуков, стариками
Прийти на тучные их нивы подышать
И, позабыв, что мы их полили слезами,
The pliant fiber writhes, and loosens...
Exudes elegance, in lush liseran, lust rous lavender, luxurious lilac.
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5. |
The Lamiae
08:31
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6. |
Vascular Labyrinth
06:41
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Listening...
And heed the course metallic scrape, the amber joists across the Nave.
And at once, you discern your locus!
Wandering Lost in the Vascular Labyrinth
The scent of sequoia and brimstone swims by, make a left.
In the Novem Capillus, a million forks before you, mocking you in perfect parity.
A sea of error, the trickle 'round the talus splitting off in all directions.
Listening...
Believe in the sounds you hear.
As you endure another billow of vetiver, your gaze is pinched into a mosaic, like a dream that will not permit you to die, nor allow you to wake.
In the Capillus de Vailu, with a nose full of cedar splinters,
you make a turn to the left. And you see through the vapor...
A rendering of a puma in a bridal gown , paws floating unattached in mid-air, her mouth agape in a desperate invitation.
The blueish foggy windows yawn to nothing.
A spectral friar in a lush robe of tranquility leaning off the veranda, el canta pa ti, de hace miles de años!
In the Deco Capillus, you lost all the fruit you had gathered.
The eldest lode, whose gaze beheads the lost.
this baffling chaos of veins, for the past, für morgen, auld lang syne, and today.
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Bethel
03:11
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Awake in a bowl of water with a smear of ash in the shape of Balbis Oyun.
The expansive reverberation of Cathedral-sized Antechambers.
A bosc pear, melon, and pristine chiffon cake. The exquisite taste of portuguese.
Across, a still-dripping-portrait of Burghers whose ivory scarlet frocks are cut of the most voluptuary cloth. The unexpectedly complicated air of solemn incense, florida water, and old hay leaps from room to room. The prattle of penitents pattering through the pitch dark.
..through the pitch dark.
..through the pitch dark, The Infernal, The Infernal Blossom basks in the null, delights in the void. In the living tomb with cups of gorgeous port.
A sangria scythe sipped in sybarite sings in a subtle doggerel.
Intoxicated by the odor of the infinite.
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8. |
Goodbye To The Light
05:21
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Lucius
16:46
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Me, Lucius,
Work, Piety, Grace.
Lo, he liveth, as I eat and drink and breathe;
thou canst not say he has no life.
He bares one branch, savor my soul, and cleave my lobe.
ọkan, ibi, iku, один
The Great Lucius, as raindrops on the plains.
ọkan, ibi, iku, один
A brilliant feathered robe with stones in the air around me.
Crystalline Marrow, A full chest hung out to dry.
Mystic меч, Esoteric epee, lying still near the ornate puce vase,
pomegranate, a string of pearls, and woven yew limbs.
ọkan, ibi, iku, один.
Соя я Люжис.
Zeal, Ardor, Vigor, Mortal.
Born at dawn, I will break.
Я эние, я приш один от немчи это.
M'pith, not repressed, nor shall it rest.
Guru of Din, alive when the course is gentle.
I supercede so, load the corpus.
Thou wilt languish, wilt and wither, ebb and vanish, Tuero...
Follow me, with your crippled arm, the bedlam of sobbing dreams. Noises of green, images emerging from the bloody tureen. Dancing on the gore, slick, the driftwood floor, lost balance, and darkened lore.
Сейчас теличение может сей, bankruptcy, мы потеряли все.
Blooming basilisk, waxing wyvern, hulking hydra, developing dragon.
Do you take pitch, tallow, and quill, seethed together, form wads thereof: to place along my grill?
Consummate Krakin, Utter Ogre, Looming Leviathan.
Lo, these are the gods ye worship, ye, with nothing in your basket but two pieces of golden calf.
Follow me, you, with emaciated limbs, uncouth and vulgar,
to the province of pestilence, the countryside of curse, the acres of acrimony.
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ọkan, ibi, iku, один
Infinite corridor full of barren dens.
Геал, Люк, Haim. Геал, Люк, Haim.
Totemic Camber, The Ancestral Hook
Геал, Люк, Haim. Геал, Люк, Haim.
Ayidé
Геал, Люк, Haim. Геал, Люк, Haim.
Геал: the imagined solace.
Люк: an inverted Oru.
Haim: apathy's hearth.
Геал: illusion of promise.
Люк: intraveinal floodwater.
Haim: Lethe's Mouth.
Anchor on your ankle, ven acuestate.
The Great Lucius, mourning brood.
"O , I shall slay this bilious bile without sword or staff."
Therefore, ye hath lost thine time, what remains, such as Adonis, dons a garland of vermin, The Lord of the Leach quivers in time, by this act of mine, as above so below.
"Cast now but one ardent glance, while descending, on noble façades and belfrys, vaults and obelisks. Then Hastily plunge to the depths. Come view all the sooner..."
Ak Denu, Work, Piety, Grace, Zeal, Ardor, Vigor, Fatal.
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