had my ears filled with the insane beauty of beaches and canyons - climbing the vast grassy hills and crevasses of the the southern tip of wales. feeling like david attenborough in the search of the spotted grass owl. fuck this land is full of energy and quiet. baeches and canyons indeed. picturing black dice in full dark metal get-up playing at full volume on...
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have been rejuvenating cell by cell in the the open spaces and rain brushed burrows of the english grasslands. walking beneath these skies heavy with damp promise and endless shades of ghostly silver - feeling an almost uneasy sense of familiarity and longing for my peeps to join me on the road. the only sense of home has become those undeniable beings whom pour...
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have been rejuvenating cell by cell in the the open spaces and rain brushed burrows of the english grasslands. walking beneath these skies heavy with damp promise and endless shades of ghostly silver - feeling an almost uneasy sense of familiarity and longing for my peeps to join me on the road. the only sense of home has become those undeniable beings whom pour...
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