Totes Meer

by Mnemosaic Tongues

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released 02 June 2011

Ian MacKinnon and Joseph Mounsey

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Track Name: Escape, Mannequin!
'he's having trouble transcending,
he's starting to see the shape of things'

...running diagnostics

his polyplanar tribune
twists the evening spheres
through open warmer limbs
the later life message writer
steeped in myth and turned on his head
Track Name: ...To Your Crimes
escape climes
missed carrier
steeped in myth
the haze grows
steep-shaking
the cruel risk
swimming down
to meet you
step in
step in

passing money over your body

in two months we've had our liquidation

in the lesser vacuum

over your body
Track Name: A Gutter Strophic
Cull our sudden grimace
Only a shrill witness

Strict in cell death terms
Herds a gutter strophic

Watching over arches
Better, Telefactor

In a dirty city run on
Pure memetic sets

A uniform of shadows
In a clever superstition

Back against
The dump behind
The chasm's underline

Leave by the black saturate cataclysm
The erasing hole
Date back vowels struck above that gamut prison
Mountain clammer storm patched hulls of backward lettering

It's uncertain lecture herds a gutter soak strophic form

Mountain clammer storm patched hulls of backward lettering

It's uncertain lecture herds a gutter soak strophic form

No evidence attempts to ornament our tenants yet
Except inordinate events called forced experiment duress
Only now a shrill witness spills crest
Bearing arms like a protectorate
Track Name: Who Is The Herd?
your fairweather guardian
sitting through your ill journey
out of the fire into the sea
it comes to me in an instant
like a glacier shift on ancient mountain tops in dense fog
Track Name: Leave No Answer...
formicator
clamor of gods
a pitying
the immanent

all a bundle worthies amassacre
purpose built for a tantrum closing
fighting a semaphore

water burial chamber
with your signature

all a bundle worthies amass
purpose built

now your square hours
they had no fire
the house built for one purpose
the things the sea throws up
Track Name: Sister Chromachasm
hubris