Ghosts leak wet through walls and door is tightly shut.
Dust is hopping on face creaks and it’s all creaming into something soft and sweet… but you land into a loud oven.
Metal touches up the same old wound and it oozes out a bit of fresh syrup.
Psst, it’s ready now – the parade of brass.
Bite into it, now you are the mouth.
Rings the alarm bell slap so hard palm into palm trees, bell into bell peppers, pen into pins.
Make a lot of sounds, bakes a loaf of bread. Out now on Liquid Library.
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