“Excerpt from Vol MMMDXLVMMMDCXII”

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We found several tomes in the empty shacks on Scyt Island. What follows in an Excerpt from Vol MMMDXLVMMMDCXII:

"This facade will be among the most deplorable examples of the vicissitudes of our condition. It was a doom we must suffer." marked Lourençi. The agony the Scyt Island has left for her reinvigorates, yet we, the last of the company looked at each end of the empty lines. We quarreled upon this point, saying that it must be a mere phenomenon. Our minds must be rotten as molden tinder, tapping against our gravestones, our burned faces rarefied in the lowlands. It certainly gives to those that would study this no historical record or mundane explanation for these occurrences. Thus, we stayed put. Kharkhor & Gorpal suffered on (and others as well). One with the left arm encased in bandages, the other on her back, resting against affix. Look toward the last beacon, we saw that Tuçu passed Lourençi by, and evidently was not aware that the beacon held two large articles. A third and last detour was made, and all come scrambling through the puny village. None are certain of the big estate hinges upon the prophetic forcefulness, and Lourençi hadn't yet risen above Playa Moín, just like the ghost Tuçu had sketched in nearly every log entry. She sat down to an empty house, in the void, and intoned a long mantra.


from "Excursions", released May 1, 2020


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SF Bay area based music project. Percussion experimental etc. Check out my new project --> i-voidhangerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onkos

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