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a long intro begins this epic of clamor and memory and the deep recording of his sermon creeps beneath us and penetrates into our ears. he saw something still and alarming in the soft mourning of the guitar playing alone and gradually gaining the courage and the speed of winds, divine. its single ring’s touched the silence that followed us adrift in our miserable ennui, discharged from the world and vain in our meaning. tantalized in woe & settled in the room i land at lonely among empty gray walls with vanishing candles, suffocating on the verve of my yearning but stretching for something more. these storms sound

she screams with an ecstasy              under shaky lights in obscure rooms      crowded with loneliness.        a trained fallacy. you adore her alluring dance               as if she was your wish,                                  your fantasy beyond any substitution. the silho

(True Story) The wolf Pact leader controls all sound The loud noise of the pact With silence. ----------------- (Mothersmilk) Sunshine breaks through the window And the baby cries At the spilt milk current Under the fridge And the mother who lies in it Motionless. ----------------- (Boredom) & when the tide comes Unnoticed in high volumes Uncertainty creeps beneath The white walls surrounding Everyone and everything. But the group is eager and restless w/ bubbly intentions of recess and immature harmony