Baron Landscape’s Broken Hours

Low-ebb bellows from the briny mawr of Baron Landscuzz asante, reckoning, blithely channeling M. Gira or Nick Cave, and barely on schedule. Winter fast approaching, entrails washing upon the shores of Miasma Beach, scattered leaves, paranoia, that most obscured object of desire, plugged, describing a circle within which there is another circle. Music by Nat Cloud, based on a walk by Ol’ Fuddyduddy. Please come back tomorrow.

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