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Come in! Come in! Enter into the viral abyss of the ages. Give thanks to the astrological signs in the name of the ancient wisdom of the oak tree. Smouldering coals convey their warm and glowing connectedness in a medieval village, whilst the screeching owl swoops into the lofty turret of the olde English churchyard. Will you pay homage to the proclaimed majesty of Anglican monarchy? Dare you submit your soul to the authority of King Henry VIII in the guise of what is deemed to be Catholicism? Listen: Thatch your roof my naïve friend of putrid beauty – the real plague is already upon us. Can’t you feel the tangible octaves of the harpsichord? The rhythm of midnight will never deplete in her resounding cries throughout the universe.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Olde English Political Symphony
Come in! Come in! Enter into the viral abyss of the ages. Give thanks to the astrological signs in the name of the ancient wisdom of the oak tree. Smouldering coals convey their warm and glowing connectedness in a medieval village, whilst the screeching owl swoops into the lofty turret of the olde English churchyard. Will you pay homage to the proclaimed majesty of Anglican monarchy? Dare you submit your soul to the authority of King Henry VIII in the guise of what is deemed to be Catholicism? Listen: Thatch your roof my naïve friend of putrid beauty – the real plague is already upon us. Can’t you feel the tangible octaves of the harpsichord? The rhythm of midnight will never deplete in her resounding cries throughout the universe.
david-barr
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Scottish
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
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