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The weather is thick, chirps and squeaks from Japan.
All the night, the insects gurgle. Listened to Schimpfluch-Commune Int. this evening
in headphones, from the inside. Eyes go funny with such lunacy, wonderful sounds
by Eb.er and crew make for an enchanting Monday evening meditation experience.
Also, this evening, old noise from Emil Beaulieau as he ravaged the Relapse [...]

Tremble

heartfelt-bloodlet in the afterglow of the afternoon.
Shivering slivers of slime sparkle in the sunshine. Yet,
a collection of spines rattle idly by the doorway, the entrance.
Someone dropped lint, pulled lint, rather scattering the ashes
of a pocket in the mezzanine. This, my love, my forgotten one,
this is how I tremble.