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There is coffee spilt on your brand new black carpet. It leaves a red stain. Your maid, whose name you've never bothered to learn, will never clean it. X (Sorry, I had to flip my record.) You are the only one who can X see the stain, which is getting bigger with every CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLA-- of the typewriter in the next room over. (DIN
G) You never even noticed the typewriter until I mentioned it. Investigate. You pass tattered chairs and end tables, slowly quickening with each step that leads you to the next room. But you stop... Hand on the doorknob. Turn door knob. Open door. Step past door..............

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from Day of Four Eyes and One Clock, 10X14X35, released October 7, 2012

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The Flesh, Full of Black Sand Tyler, Texas

Minimalistic, droning, dark ambient created by Dakota Snaketail.

Listen alone in a dark room with candles lit, or while you're falling asleep.

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