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No Pressure
04:45
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Star Winds
03:50
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It is a certain hour of twilight glooms,
Mostly in autumn, when the star-wind pours
Down hilltop streets, deserted out-of-doors,
But shewing early lamplight from snug rooms.
The dead leaves rush in strange, fantastic twists,
And chimney-smoke whirls round with alien grace,
Heeding geometries of outer space,
While Fomalhaut peers in through southward mists.
This is the hour when moonstruck poets know
What fungi sprout in Yuggoth, and what scents
And tints of flowers fill Nithon’s continents,
Such as in no poor earthly garden blow.
Yet for each dream these winds to us convey,
A dozen more of ours they sweep away!
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Worlds Apart
04:36
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Quietus
06:04
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Sleeper Ship
04:44
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Multigenerational
Length of this cryogenic night
Frozen in nebular twilight
Victims of cybernetic spite
Drift through gravitational
Cruse control we'll reunite
With the appetites
Of our parasites
Fungal assailants convert men to cyborgs
For Yuggoth was lacking lacking in the calcified ores
Of singular substances never applied by unwary eyes we take to the skies
Escape to Sagittarius where earth like worlds spotted
We squatted in dotted ruins of rotted
Advanced civilizations unease in their vacancy they watched us with patience
This sleeper ship
Carries us to our doom
And the reaper sits
In celestial gloom
Just a futile last trip
In the bowls of a subzero womb
Just a radar blip
In a sea of oblivion's tomb
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Translucence
04:32
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Prismatic Spray
04:01
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Summer of '96
03:53
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Summer of '96
Under a mile of Styx
An infant mind affixed
On coming out alive of this flip
Born in blue, born to die, by the book by the letter
underworld underdog under the weather
Stones and bones and sticks
Don't contradict inflicted nicks attached to my tics
Effected by inflection, defective since inception, exceptional protection
fortifed my mind with skin thick
Or so I would claim at the time
See it just ain't the same when you find
Mired by a fire, 'miring the higher, mirrors your desire, mind above the matter defined
But inside I derided
My own will do abide
By a belief so misguided
In human nature denied
So I fell within the depths of the pit
never been akin to the best of the summit
In summary, the summer breeze cannot appease those ill at ease
And Socrates's expertise more resembles a disease
In Plato's dialogues at least
And in the demagogic priests
Whom divided soul from beasts
And Hume blindsided with his treatise
The moral of the story is to take a chill pill
And also to worship Satan, I guess
To move a mountain turn it into a molehill
And just let the river straighten out the rest
To results I can as yet attest
To enchantment erratically expressed
Emphatically, I would like to stress
This quest, I confess, is still a work in progress
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11. |
While the Dew Is Fresh
03:29
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Electric Dungeon
05:20
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Non Frustrum
05:34
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Vista: Zeitlos
11:48
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