What if you were to...if not excactly love yourself... but feel somehow that the torture is over and that you can be trusted to do your own self some humble and really rather minor good? How fast would the fucking vampires crawl out of the woodwork to exact punishment in form of constant reminders of their own subjective experience of the "good" old days and the likewise constant stream of bleak projection that is mankinds only excuse for living in this particular hierarchial blend?
Fucking hell if this "new" kind of internalized revolution doesn't brings with it it's own gestapo-agents and fish people.
*~Cosmic Love~* Bright, flowing and free, love transcends all pain of the heart. The universe, filled with the love of Spirit, knows me well. Daily greetings from the sun, nightly nods from the moon, I am a part of the great cycle of life. As the tree sprouts to life, so do I. As the flower grows, so do I. As the leaves fall to the earth once more, so do I. Nature, Spirit and I are one in the never ending dance of love~* *~blessings of love always~*<
Hi! .. MY CAT IS AN ALIEN. -"8inch triangular lathe cut record'.
This record is far less electr(on)ic than some of their pieces. Driven largely by plaintive bell like guitar and a sparse haunting ethereal wordless vocal it sounds like a prayer sung in a chamber deep within some dark crystalline moon.
A limited numbered edition of 80 triangle records in specially designed triangular sleeves.
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