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take all the ships from the harbour, and sail them straight into hell

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"Take" said the claims, where news stumbled out of the Caspian sea, in an afternoon. Bells tolled as angels thawed ice, unseen. All the ships contain the inferno, he said. Training?....apparently not, hoses on the flames from the top of the city, manic-stalk, but not that all the stalkers are those of any precedence. I know not a single person, uninformed by skyscrapers and hydraulic light platforms. Harbour them, when a train catches fire underground., it was calling Mondays, smoke pouring into the carriages. Uneven onshore waves especially succumbing in the aftermath, the whole thing has to be in the lower quarter. Very slowly she would walk the onshore, and messy to the earth caused by the buckling of the wind, the smoke and ask from carbon. Now crawl, both of you, and sail forth. Nothing of the sort can be done for them, and Bartholomew is one of those whose lungs belong to nothing and no one. An old man shuffles on towards an otherwise empty street, metres straight into the north. The sensations of drowning , when will they ever return? Houses, children floated down tiny mine shafts, into murky lakes. "the sad thing is that I have dies without ever saying". You've seen barely anyone lives here any more. He described the variable intention and then on to a train. Such an isolated street in an empty tub. If at this moment you accosted him and spoke to him about fire he would doubtless stop and look at you with disdain... They said "I've become a district, placed alongside the inevitable 32 months of hell".

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re-contextualised collected sounds and tactile gestures formed into dynamic, psycho-geographic compositions; discarded and found things, crawling around in the dirt, junk, debris, walking aimlessly, scratchy things, decay and most if not all the things he hears and sees; half narratives, visceral sensation, false leads and heightened awareness. ... more

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