Place this in your walkman and go puruse the hall of mirrors in your prototypical abandoned funhouse. Immediate and total paralysis sets in. Famished and unable to cry, the squelching hisses and squeals of tormented machinery wash over you like a wave of circuitboards. View unblinking the self perishing inside your silver tomb. Melt procedure.
Bon appétit!
“Living and ceasing to live are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.”
-Andre Breton
Track listing:
a1 - Soluble fish
a2 - Libraire 6
b1 - SEPT. 28, 1966
(Port of the Sun - from thee honeyed hallucinations ov thee hive)
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