You want to know-- in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy
We were more or less weightless, our arms were wings going out and in through the water, our legs and feet bicycling the evening light. That was a good day all day.
You want to know-- in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy He asked, "Are you? Actually? Green?"
He asked, "And have we always met? and "Am I ever awake?" She whispered back, "Yes I am we have we shall have. You are. You are awakening now." Perfumery in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy Every several gate was of one pearl, each pearl full of eyes within: the books. The books—the books!—the dream-ramps, the books, the brain-noggles, the books like daddy-lap, daddy-arms the books, the airwalk grabs—the books and the books!—the paradises of sets to bust. The books the torpedo-quiet when-you're-sleeping kisses. The splenic traumas leaping in, leaping out louder than bombs, the hunting-for-me books, the blood-on-their jowls books.
And after these cries, I, Teacher Reptile, heard a dementer on the bank say to me from the lake of fire, "This is the second death" and "Here there shall be more pain" in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy ...her ring of listeners widening, the span of it growing, the depth, and her focus, it was total focus, she had words to the song, she was singing words but they were whale-sounds, the last calling of the last whale alone, when whales were still around and were flying seadrums in pods with their reverb up beyond max, she was like the National Geographic recordings of them, a solo whale could sound everything in and on the underwater mountains and plains, it was a pretty great thing, good that we have the recordings, and we quit playing in order to let her go on, she was going in so far...
You are the best audience we have ever had. in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy Still, I listen.
The color in the bed of the river? You wonder, What is it? in 57 Octaves Below Middle C by Kevin McIlvoy |
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