Laced with organic turmoil, bleeding buisness sideways with swords slicing through oval poison with warm breast milk, powder perfecting adaptive flowers steady with thumb salt. Harsh addictions to ugly oils, vikings release voodoo examinations for educated pilots flying over great wall of sprane, and cargo. Vast positive body positions in paranoia vest leaning over bloody lake casting fire, and ice on the backs of consumers, and their foundational poetry readings. 'I have a dream... But I cant remember where I left it...'
Water dripping from the ships body, copper chains they bang against their thirsty cages in morse code revealing stories of magicians with eating disorders, priests with hungry labotomies... All mid life crisis propraganda starts wars inside the head, Father Murphy are the medicine for our
generation, and its troubled complexes.
https://fathermurphy.bandcamp.com/album/calvary
https://bluetapes.bandcamp.com/album/blue-fifteen
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