Thursday, April 17, 2014


(via @Pentadact via @fierydrake on twitter)

My head is a trap of plates & spikes, in the dark, to catch what i need. All of us down here must kill in order to survive. Being so, we are well fashioned for such: but not well made, for the task of music, though by further suzerains enjoined, to share it.


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