And it's in the realm of fair robotic facsimiles that The Underpass really comes into its own. Forming up on the under-dwelling rat’s fugue…gathering round all ye observers as the inter loungeroom shuttle whacks up the center light of spatial resonance…...a musical fantasia.
Nay saying neighbours slump by the wayside as villages erupt
…We has gone from mad bodies dancing wild and naked on the hillside to a pair of eyes staring naked in the dark…*
And that's just a midwinter’s Thursday night. You should really see it on the weekend...all bruised and succulent, freezing friezing through the wintery dark, echoes of eternity in the strains we hear...
What fantastical art doth crushed heart make.
*Apologies to Crow (aka Trevor) by way of J.D Morrison
Posted by: Denessentialist
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"How are you so burnt when you're barely on fire?" - Courtney Love
I dunno why, it just kept playing on my mind while I was prepping this piece. :-)
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