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The Animals are Waiting

I was in a dream orchestrated by the Legendary Pink Dots. Edward Ka-Spel chanter was there, as well as Niels van Hoornblower making his solitary, melancholy noise. The leer, urban streets were strewn with trash. Rib bone and bottle cap. All the while, the ghosts of retarded street children sang through their chanter...wan and eerie out of memory. The animals are waiting. Chant reiterated by the equivalent horn tones. This wasn’t a dream at all, but a parallel image, awake, outside my chamber door.

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