Alright, I've finally decided to post .
TheiT (FOWL CD # 6) for all to hear on Last.FM, even though the mix is terrible. I wouldn't sell it in this state, however, I'll let people download it to get an idea of what it is, my masterpiece, although mixed a little too far into the red zone if you know what I mean. I was far too immature a producer at the time to know how to handle 55 minutes of non-stop action with all 16 tracks occupied with fully dynamic overdubs coming in and out at random intervals properly. My loving/fearful term for TheiT was always The BEAST, and with good reason.
Here is the plot of this, my first symphony, and here's to hoping someday I actually get around to mixing this properly.
The small tail-less mouse runs around that house, rearranges starting the sphere and the candy cane of turd which approximately is prepared for forming a line the enormous ratio…. As for month full fourth of the glory which is covered .....There is transmission. The fractal framework of branches intermingle in the air forming myriad mad shapes in silver definition dancing along his lawn. Yes, all the time and this mouse railingest the path of the first batch of mad cow disease in search of folk Monsutamasshuappu Moon owns the grass saunters along unexpectedly. Very fighting spirit between the participants lottery [ku] description being strange, be whimsical people. Despite the confusion in understanding the convergence of the mouse eye conceives and magic away the temptation to turn off. Just ride the flow of the night if he is only there to exist together in holy synergy may be frozen to enact this holy celebration. Please help the dogs! As for more many people just the eye of the mouse the refuse kana fiber of relationship the fact that it crosses in the friend who others is fast and becomes is detected, the plant approximately it arrives accidentally, speaks in them themselves.
"But what we and triumphant? How to break a sweat" is one from the back of the closet one of the strange wounds rampant inflation in your socialist ideals! Hobbles dare threaten progress towards the center of my spiritual creativity Damnation.
"ARrette LA! " Screams mouse EYE "This is a friendly gathering of minds melding and contrasting to excessive extensions of mental derision, here's the vision, drown that decision, and let's begin with this slicing arc incision!"
Everything ridicules ridiculous logic, solves because of large proud concept of month. How festival model, the precision which that from 10 times that in all stone tragedies of the rhythm which was standardized kicks excessively the tunnel the underground which echoes! As the back foot disorder copious amounts of smoke and dust stirred up, increase heat to hear the hack is to increase the noise level of friction on the lawn facing the outflow, the howling of the wire away from the night light like men. It is also surprising in this light.
The signs of lycanthropy begin to appear. Rupture of a virgin flesh and fur. The howl surges. Wicked urge to purge owl circle. Oh, you are still monitoring the excessive volatility of this meeting. Freakified this deviation will be monitored by all stations. So everyone straps on a drum and starts constructing an impenetrable wall of rhythm. Cemented by moonlight, not even the Rhino's ramming horn can penetrate this solidarity. It applies everything of attendance, sings the protest of silence.
The sport-related activity which ties a certain that entirely together being calm it gets together, it meaning that air mollecules was successfully reconstructed in order to describe the lawn of normal evening, the bloodthirsty fowl avaricious pack rises in order to
polish the land. As for looking at the wave of fear seeking the stimulus of copulation, the throwing arrow of the cat where it can appear in sort, penetration due to the couple it crossed, but
unexpected, it meets to the ego travelling of gangsta of the wanton woman of unprovoked wildness. Mean-spirited" 1 cat was heard in order to become aware. "I had no idea the Crips had opened a chapter in Kapuskasing!" and, "How do you expect to pay your union fees with only the bottom swills of our beer to show for this scratch?"
Regardless of no, bad kitty cat man handle almost medicine men, jerking meat needle was sewing sweat shop production line itself. In time the pain in his brain is screaming, and three torpedo one of your own sub-conscious and deeply real. How shitty holiday? Soon, the pain leaves, and he reawakens at mouse eye's home, with only a few stray stragglers left flailing wildly in a vain attempt to keep the morning light from breaking the moon's hold. In the process, someone accidentally breaks a silly window, upsetting the hornet's nest housed directly above it, causing a swarm of fuzzy stingers to buzz in for retribution and deterrent of future insurgence.
At the store in angle for the cream of the rod where the sun observes
at that it licks the scar, with it rises in sort after the pursuit, remaining explosion sound of randy. As things will start to get goofy role of the hill toward the bend in the river below. The sudden surge of serotonin, such as sleep deprivation and how people will get eXtatic. mouse EYE, in no mood for shenanigans, mosies on home and basementifies himself with a guitar and a candle drawing cave art with wax on Robo-Colin's wares. To become aware in confusion, as for coming to that feeling of the 10th after all you went away whether with the removal of the bottle which on the cardboard where he places on the rag moves with the lever with in that address of approximately scurries the resident and the word order changing and manic illness motion of freakified month from. With every step and party artifact dismantled the night comes flooding back to him with crystal clarity, scenes preserved in their refuse, it all swirls through him, vomiting up the reality of his surroundings and settling in to a throbbing numbing pain. Reveal ground. He did not party at all. He is a single cell, and the music sounds bad, CIA agent was splattered dreams of recording his every word. As for him becoming aware the thing which was bound with the torture instrument string where he himself inserts in all open parts. The scream for the putrid music which in the land of eye nevernever of the mouse of the flood of fear and helplessness overflows in the back section of that consciousness as that all inch. Around that of the thin weak rhythm where the cell carries away the eye of the formal mouse, the way the inanimate thing intended shaking, and others and others with it starts sounding.
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