Infinite I speak sequences, count steps
barking dog painting Space, leg raised
You are One-half of a half of a half . . .
Wound down, dwindling digits
Anger, bitter fucking rage
Here, that rages, now
Void bait
Apple thoughts beget no apples
You were perfect until I stood here
Conceivably perfect, or with worms
Experience is the worm
What if I just fucked you?
Two particles, here maybe
You are time and a grain of sand
So I fucked you and left
Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc
Sequence
First Look at OBNE Iota
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video upload by Duskmos "Today I'm pumped to share in the launch day
festivities for the Old Blood Noise Endeavors Iota - a pedal shaped synth
with big sou...
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void eggs beat back digits my yards
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