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30 April 2009
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- They Move To Their Terrible End
- Men and Women
- It Has Been Said That
- To Cure the Soul
- But Those Who Have A Penis
- I Am Afraid of Men
- Tabernacle Walrus
- What Does It Mean When
- I Need
- Hope & Happiness Are Cancerous
- The Fault Was At Large
- I Liked It Better When There Was No Sun
- Wonderous Iron Rapture
- Confectionate Sugar Walls
- I Will Become
- Let's Think Back Now
- Curiosity.
- Moving Furniture
- I Like to Drown Drown Drown
- Magical Pageant
- Reflective Skin
- Dawned A New!
- A Bit More Collected I Am
- I Was Afraid of This
- Fuck!
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1 comment:
14 july 2007
(cont.)"They move to their terrible end
as automatons move.
Choice is taken from them, and
conscience is either killed, or, if
it lives at all, lives but to give
rebellion its fascination, and
disobedience its charm"
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