Topdown DialecticFalse LP A Vinyl 2LP

i'm guarding the orifices to leave them intact. it’s an attempt not to sublimate, in order to work the edges down to their fiendish implications and code the spired gongs; in which case a single word might engage the whole and send us rushing into waves of contraction. the pack itself forms a kind of ledger: biological insurants walking laps around the rectory, only partially washed up. we're waiting for the rest to arrive. till then, i'll plane the frigid marsh each night with a big machine. this mining of possible conclusions and their sputtered-out, uninterrupted enhancement gives form to the wreck of great love; the moment of its peak perceptible only upon review, the heart an ill-formed tool for that sort of work. reaching offscreen, the sky resurfaces and the room contracts, proposing a fresh consensus to each of its occupants. we wonder from afar: are we content to let them go? could we even survive ourselves?