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Soliloquous
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Update and Scheiss(?)

Posted by Soliloquous - October 1st, 2015


Hey fam I wrote some stuff after listening to one of my favourite bands. Animation is just about ready to go and be shipped in a shiny case (as shiny as a .mov extension, meaning it is one of those). I swear to god the animation exists. Randy dandy tool and tubules, everyone.

 

Spectacular Inflation of Human Spirit to the Point of Rupture and Other Recipes
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Passive veterans of Passchendaele sip from glasses taller then their eyes
The ghostly hand of regret caresses their scarred backs
Their shirt, a reflection of the work they do
A vessel in the overcompensating universe that should spin around us
A soul in the hand of an angel squirms and tries to escape
It does not want god
Intellectual libertarians gaze in awe and attempt introspective thoughtforms
Ghastly smoke dribbles out of the mouths of moderate liberals, angering god and devil alike
Hands of a fallen age reach up for the ankles of salvation
Achilles answers
Hello? Yes, this is Daniel
Plato sits idly and orders a pizza from Archipegalo
Pompeii inhabitants create a chorus of laughter amongst the ruins of New Hampshire
1814, The White House burns, a man in a red coat laughs in a crazed mix of self-hatred and happiness
Titration of sun drops sear the surface of the glass dome surrounding the south pacific
Fathers of a lost age laugh and have drinks at the center of the earth
Frothing mouths full of barley and hops attempt intelligent thought
Jehova keeps spots of mold in his back pocket for later use
The man who records and does math just presses his palm into the clay
This is the first criminal
Damnation and drugs surround a group of children wanting to grow up
A boy sits at a computer, eyes glued to the screen with industrial grade adhesive
Information creates a space in the back of the mind
A tumour, one that speaks
And a dog that lives an easy life
Impressive placeholders outpreform their predecessors
Dastardly farm animals leap from the mind of businessmen
They strike the pavement in an explosion of blood
Their entrails and waste carried by street cleaners
Swine spine covered in brine-inclined to do its homework
Passageways of terrible ham group in a checkerboard fashion
Trophic hierarchy, sriracha and chicken simplifies the world's difficult decisions
Finger painting is a way the government builds its database


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