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the saw had eyes that sea

About Me

It lies not far from Woedolor Mountain in New England. Turning to the East, right out from among bright farms and sunny meadows, nodding in early June with odorous grasses, you enter ascendingly among bleak hills. These gradually close in upon a dusky pass, which, from the violent Gulf Stream of air unceasingly driving between its cloven walls of haggard rock, as well as from the tradition of a crazy spinster's hut having long ago stood somewhere hereabouts, is called the Mad Maid's Bellows-pipe.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 09/10/2006
Band Website: www.littlepocketrecords.com
Band Members: darkness
Influences: "what stringed pick would he bow? maybe a shovel strung with the gut of an alley-cat? he will create perhaps in music the flushed toilets of Manhattan to play for your father after supper of an evening?"
Sounds Like: He was walking in the street, instead of on the sidewalk, but right next to the curb. He was making out like he was walking a very straight line, the way kids do, and the whole time he kept singing and humming. I got up closer so i could hear what he was singing. He was singing that song, "If a body catch a body coming through the rye." he had a pretty little voice, too. He was just singing for the hell of it, you could tell. The cars zoomed by, brakes screeched all over the place, his parents paid no attention to him, and he kept on walking next to the curb and singing " If a body catch a body coming through the rye." It made me feel better. It made me feel not so depressed any more.
Record Label: Little Pocket Records
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

tired

the canvase of the sky cracked and splintered through egg shell shattered eyes new feignings roll.the darkness wreathed through the leaves like woven beetles wingsin the tattered cloth of concrete (as...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:35:00 GMT

the candle

I am the candle that burned through your house like a sugar dissolved through that warm alcohol the heat of my cheeks like a flame undeserving your ruby red voice shimmered sparkling noiselike a wax d...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 19:42:00 GMT

sirens and satyrs

sirens and satyrs burn a hole in my chest where a pinioned redd mess ofGod swirls, of gold beefy whirls of skin torn from the shadowsof night of light of night of lightthe weave of those threads like ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 17:23:00 GMT

water wine

the flakes are void of any color that could glow inside the nightscintillating through my visionbound to stratispheric hieghtswooden hands are growing whiteever reaching towards the nightwith tired li...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 15:30:00 GMT

the forest

despite the waters in your skull you seemed the ocean breathing hullcareening out toward the night casting light throughout the shadowof your Fathers screaming eyes (now apparations)his eyes were spid...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 19:10:00 GMT

the eagles will come and...

pull out his eyes, apologise, apologise, pull out his eyes,   apologise, pull out his eyes, pull out his eyes, apologise,
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:42:00 GMT