Tuesday
Apr272010
Signum Substratum 013
Tuesday, April 27, 2010 
Listen to Signum Substratum 013
"The breath of a throbbing, neon-spiritual pollution construct. The rhythm of an urban black mass. The clash of skyscraper shadows foreboding to the rural eye. Tinkerings of a revolting lump of cheap, convertible, spare part flesh, burrowed in its comatose shelter. Arm yourself to cleanse the sores of the earthen skin. Cease the reign of the defilers. Bring forth the water, for it is the element of subtlety.
Silence.
The protective suit feels strange, meaningless, unfit. I've been switched to overdrive. No damn fear. Proceed to the ceremony."
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