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house eulogy #80; the 1950s bar retro ambience provided some light relief to the necromancy in hand.

from Tortoiseshell Male in​.​.​. the Befuddling Mystery of the Moratorium by Tortoiseshell Male

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in this barroom you can see your breath
whats better than walking off almost any known psychosis?
the idios kosmos of an embittered 1940s genre detective
which yes again sounds almost as difficult as choose your own adventure novels
respawn, turn page, respawn, turn page and die...
swap leads round when in need of sleep
and make toast at three in the morning;
eat.

"that wouldn't be a very good use for this, uh..."

and your gold discs on the walls are all cheap CD-Rs...
in this nictotine induced ketamin latency ASIO flashback
you can hardly see the ceiling your feet are adhered to
stepping round broken lightbulb glass floor
bite masking tape in half to keep my hoodie's hood affixed.

"i don't want to mess up my blade"

but it feels like the top of my head is coming off when i smile too hard
i yawn till i dislocate my jaw.

"that's not what balloons are for"

and the co-op has raised the price of it's loaves three times in as many days
it's said:

"i'll just take some more bread to honour the dead"

i write my name in condensation or on an isle of wight rock
only to watch it erode away
i can't seem to achieve permenance.

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from Tortoiseshell Male in​.​.​. the Befuddling Mystery of the Moratorium, released November 5, 2008
Josef Motley - vocals, loops, samples
outro miscellany courtesy of swampglow

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