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ONE BROWN TOOTH

from PREUN: Plague Songs Of Yesteryear by Unsong

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One brown tooth, in a jaw of ill-repute,
Coughing words of little note.
Repeat after me: Nothing I do is of any value,
My head is a vehicle of whim and nonsense,
Soon to be three black holes in an oven's heart,
Turning hair to ash, burning off skin and margarine.

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from PREUN: Plague Songs Of Yesteryear, released March 20, 2020

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Pseudo-faceless vibrational dream-self of author Mason Ball and disreputable Lynchian figment Benjamin Louche: a non-holy trinity of drone, tone and happenstance tintinnabulation, with added audio white elephant.

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