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Caldera Lakes’
sound like a walk at night down the secret paths of a beautiful forests
inhabited by the most radiant fairy folk, exuberant nature all green and
blue closing its arms around you, but also the merciless jaws of a rusty
hunter’s trap biting deep into the flesh of your ankle reaching the bone
creating lines of anguish and fracture, pleasure and pain combined so
that you might remember that every single creature you shall stumble
upon, and looks at you curious, pretty and feral, wouldn’t hesitate to
feast on your rotting corpse were you to fall, surrender to the weakness
that invades your body as the red blood slowly drips into the fertile
soil. (from
20 Jazz Funk Greats) |
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