Monday, May 20, 2013


Crushing processed feedback symphonies for the crumbling bloody skies.  Bodies of angels collapse to the dirt, broken and exsanguinated, their death cries muffled by the venomous, choking soil.  Afloat in the great and pure dream, eyes bathing in sights untouched by the cosmos.  Vast reaches of emptiness, screams from the void, the jaundiced ether scathing itself into the corners of space and time.  Escape is a nightmare, the dream is the reality.  Only death is real.  Only death is valid.  Your memories are only of death.  What I am and what I want.  I am only after death.  A construct of total horror and unglimpsable beauty, the flesh torn asunder by the inability of the mind.
Packaged in a DVD case in a limited edition of 5 hand-numbered copies.  $10 ppd. in the United States, $22 rest of world.


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