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Freon / Craig Caudill

Left alone with Freon with its electrical current hot surge, bone china, ether, microwaves shortwave a hidden etherous plane permeates the senses I taste static electrical tape, I use shears to cut the sonic waves, the pulses, the vapors, the strings of the gods connecting all things.

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