Tan sandstone blocks, upon which lies like a shroud a vaporous husk, the branch system of a long-dead ivy, blushing dark cobweb of dusky vine. What enormous tonnage, what great weight of crumbling stone. All we lack is longterm thinking; the perspective of aeons. Civilisation as we know it can not be saved, could never in its entire history have ever been saved, as it has never existed in stasis.
A pair of wax candles in the shape of skulls, one candyfloss pink, the other pale green; an origami heron standing two inches tall; a pair of mustard-yellow clogs tied together by a small ribbon in the colours of the Dutch flag; and the soothing sounds of:
- Hedgehog Pie - Cool Reelies
- Pigeon Religion - Scorpion Milk
- Brian Brain - The Asthma Game
- Birdyak - The Sacred Mushroom
- Vinko Trubić & Ivan Drjanić - Tanec (from wedding at Gostinjac)
- Bridget St. John - The Pebble And The Man
- Brame - Zeste Incest
- Virgin Prunes - Yeo
The ever-listening, enormous floating ear of gcuesoterica@gmail.com is ready to take your call. Zardoz commands you to transmit your crackling netherwords into its pulsating cavity.
Twenty minutes. No refunds.
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