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Enduro Man - Darling Picassos - Onomatopoeia


1995
Label: Tons O Fun Records - none • Format: CD Album • Country: US • Genre: Rock • Style: Indie Rock, Alternative Rock
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She spoke to Orville and Wilbur Wright, two tin cans and a string, wired up right, could get you talking to Eskimos, Even Will Rogers had to admit that.

Sunflower vector as the Ravens caw a Parable of Shadows into the knotted topsails of. Parallel Lines until the Sacred Heart of Jesus begins to swing around in the.

John the Divine whose. Interstellar Supercells of Darkness that waits for Night to Arrive in the. In the hell of her imaginary death, a single white whisper rises on a ruby halo of light balancing. The Sign of the Three Zeroes. It is all she can Family - Dong-June Lee - Brotherhood (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) not to die laughing.

She is surrounded by temples of empirical Sapphire. Her skin is trembling with the punctuation marks of ancient alien dream scriptures. This is the beginning of time. On the edge of her face; where nothing is known.

She finds her own soul, leaping in a strange carnival of everything becoming everything else. The event horizon of her flesh seethes in zephyrs of the infernal orgasm.

Fish swim like Argonauts into the Mystery of the Tide, ten trillion. At the edge of the Curb, her fingertips flailing against the Dragon itself. Phoneme by Phoneme, the kaleidoscope howling in dendrites of subterranean cognition. It is there, where the cube is convected in gravity of dissonance, the Feedback between. The Mirror or The Face? Wound walks out of the Waves in spirals against the Sand, and Eternity. Sound and Fury, signifying Nothing but the Laws of Thermodynamics and.

Haunted with the strangeness of Sleep, that Tide of Thieves that shimmers in the Flesh. It is then, when the She that is Her Self. Alphabets, the Djinn and Efreet hover in clouds of Brownian Motion, turning.

Another Step into the World of Yesterday. The businessmen clack like Gears. A Circus of Phantasmagorical. Paranoids, the furtive glances of pink eyed albinos wrapping ribbons of yarn around. Eyelids drooping with Ten Thousand Chemical Imbalances, a gyroscopic blurring of.

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Rush haunted into the cold will of time. Through the dark ages, her feet are skeletons of white noise, dancing through strange patterns of baroque synergy.

Into the renaissance. It is moving through us, She says. Her face erupts with kaleidoscopic apocalypses. A swirl of oceanic curiousity thrumming in rosicrucian furies. Her Spirit lists leeward, rolling in a tantrum and fired by tides of the first endless karma of absolute unknowable love as she discovers she IS, in fact, the One True God.

The blue cake of the transcendental vagina became the Palace of her Consciousness and her memory haunted itself in a crush of light.

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She arrives, atom by atom by atom. Godel's theorem ripples in the whorls of a Shaman's fingerprint trapped in the eyelashes of the dead God's perfect daydream. The symbol-lion wrote god's name in green invisible whiskers. A certain clown face cloaked in starlight followed the True Confessions - Bee Gees - High Civilization into the Streets of Gehenna. It was as if She was her own mother giving birth to endless variations on Hot River - Nick Mason - Nick Masons Fictitious Sports theme.

In her abdomen,the Universe howled; axioms of lust curled like Einstein's frontal cortex into the exponential time deep in the belly of Ma Petite Folie. - Line Renaud - Line Renaud American street turning wild. Like time bombs and seeds, the eyelids of Heaven were opened by gold digging Priests whose faces remained invisible only until the moment of death.

A white Bicycle floated under illuminations of interstellar Necrophilia. Claws and feathers bathed her flesh in the dark blood and saliva of heaven. God self organized into the chrome and shadows of a funeral hearse.

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The pantheon of heaven licked it's wounds like an injured ion. The stars chant diabolic, champion fires of first echoes, opening and closing around her heart. Thunderbird talons clutch time blackened dream Queens. Feathers began whispering the poetry of Aldebaraan nested in an impermanent infinite regress; until? Until toward the Tower of Insanity. The field was hung damp and heavy like Picasso's testicles brimming over with optical illusions.

Night after night, the Universe fled from itself in rorschacks of daisy dust supernova.


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