Saturday, August 04, 2012

Spindle and The Bregnut Tree - IX Tab



A puzzle box, an enigmatic cipher of unfinished business... enjoying joining the dots between the words and music... those subliminal notions of time and place eating into the back of your mind... caught in the physic burrs, false memories... nods to coil, Stolen n Contaminated daze vaporising through... this be subtle magick indeed...

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