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Perils
03:48
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My blood is elsewhere. The past is no longer fixed in time.
It is an otherworldly skin glowing neon.
Raise the blade boldly and wait for the sign.
Psychic gifts upon the wearer of this pelt.
Said the trapper, "What have I snared?"
Each item marked with the royal seal.
By the great and dreadful name.
Through the perils of civilization
Of the everlasting god.
Marked with
The royal seal
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Captain Keith Pierce
02:41
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Planters tale of 10,000 cryptids our woe.
Inverted, unfound. In the first room, chimes underground.
Ever sown.
I see light through agents of these walls.
Death is initiation.
Breathe the air of the earth.
Did not the lightning strike? Ring bells out. Green blue glow.
Down in the 7th circle of hell.
Panderers, vipers, hasten to the bow.
Simoniacs and blasphemers.
I see cracks in ages of these walls.
Death is initiation.
Breathe the air of the earth.
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Neurolizard
06:10
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Mars in trine trails of blood. Beyond the earth in vain.
Dr. Rice said to some, "This machine transcends the highway".
In a flash of Fremont street neon. Receive this message from the beyond:
Shepherd watch the ocean.
Tend the field.
Hooves clack in the shadows.
Sunrise at your heels.
Disciple. Final exit.
Leinsura atol.
Shepherd watch the ocean.
Tend the field.
Hooves clack in the shadows.
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Bow In The Dust
02:55
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No longer light.
Outside this cloister beyond dusk you would not survive.
Within a premonition.
A war of light cones. Three unknowns. White miles. In the travelers blood the creature soaks its bread.
We are cloistered but these gates rattle at night.
Impaling all demons upon the fell of the Eye.
Zombie across transept. A liturgy from hell.
You see a writing not human.
Under the blasphemy of light.
The creature rends the hide.
A new world is born.
On limbs of writings torn.
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Biocult
04:16
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Who are the wakers of demons, where we fear to go?
I will describe the creature you see behind sleep.
In trees the interloper stands in the bog.
Unseen until November. Under a living moon.
Tooth of the horse.
The creature speaks unto you.
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Arboreal
03:45
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Warn me of Sasquatch sightings. Paranormal. Might cities fall to seas.
White fur possum fast and free. Standing upright it turns the key.
Behold.
A doorway.
Lo, the hand of the lord is upon ye. What news from Plymouth colony?
The crown, the arm, the hatchlings are breathing.
Behold,
A doorway.
Ready. Ready. Ready.
Ready. Ready. Ready.
New world within the New World.
New world within.
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Test Pattern
05:23
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Under foot of the king.
Sailing night owl.
Or turn back to the bonfire
Ocean brother.
Light the bile
On the plateau.
Send the smoke to
The god.
Tributaries into lakes.
A colonist.
Adder of the abyss.
The baselisk,
A ziggurat, a pyramid, and a test pattern.
Where are we in time?
It moves without a will.
Are you Callahan?
UFO?
Tributaries into lakes.
A colonist.
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Phantom Glue Boston, Massachusetts
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