

subterraneangnarled digits grip and jut, chisels wack, rocks start to crack, whilst wispy kin take whirly rides on giant centipede backs... there's only earth, there's only us, trapped in the dirt, lungs filled with must, beneath the green blades, below the roots, sticky soil moves with legs in the blackened muck... we know the dark, we need no eyes, organic landscapes beneath the giants who walk, we're quite attentive, but never sought... weak vibrations separate our earthly souls, we know of ages ancient to those of the above, but sacred rites hide the truth of years, &subterranean
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I know a man with no fingers, can play the guitar like a champ
draws his sound from a distant supernova, he don't need no
guitar amp. -JKS
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I know a man with no fingers, can play the guitar like a champ
draws his sound from a distant supernova, he don't need no
guitar amp. -JKS
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I know a man with no fingers, can play the guitar like a champ
draws his sound from a distant supernova, he don't need no
guitar amp. -JKS
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mercy here gets meaner overnight.
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