Stop, turn back. Beastly creatures lie ahead.
Ssh, something in each cavern stirs. It breathes, but lightly, as it
sips on a hundred copper straws. It drips, and whispers,
"Rarefaction."
In magnet, wood and wire, we were thus imprisoned, limbs forgetful and
forgotten, bound inside this ancient transportation machine.
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I love the "rarefaction"... and on the opposite end of the spectrum, I also love the picture with the glitter and confetti party left-overs in the bass bin.. straight from the rave to LSAF...
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