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10000 Maniacs Secrets Of The I Ching

Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words

There was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands

She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose

nostalgic despair within childlike renderings of a nightmarish recall "all my images fragments i've shored upon my ruins pictor classicus sum i

Frail hinges pivot on a case's door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with occasion cellophane encased displaying paper certificate

nostalgic despair within childlike renderings of a nightmarish recall "all my images fragments i've shored upon my ruins pictor classicus sum i

: In the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with

: Bent double like old beggars in sacks knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags men marched on sleeping some without boots fatigue drunken deaf

: There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys