Motels are free for ghosts. They sit cross from you as you dine. They have been there for every bite. Have they considered you? Have they whispered a solution? You continue to chew but are promised nothing but to be chewed, to be married in the maw of soot. The Live Echoes are an orchestration that invites new voicings. SWANSKIN sings for you. HE leans in, and HE sees you. First, excuse yourself from the food of your deep state.
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