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"I have said that over the great Grimpen Mire there hung a dense, white fog. It was drifting slowly in our direction, and banked itself up like a wall on that side of us, low, but thick and well defined. The moon shone on it, and it looked like a great shimmering ice-field, with the heads of the distant tors as rocks borne upon its surface. Holmes's face was turned towards it, and he muttered impatiently as he watched its sluggish drift.
'It's moving towards us, Watson.'
'Is that serious?'
'Very serious, indeed.'...
Every minute that white woolly plain which covered one half of the moor was drifting closer and closer to the house. Already the first thin wisps of it were curling across the golden square of the lighted window. The farther wall of the orchard was already invisible, and the trees were standing out of a swirl of white vapour. As we watched it the fog-wreaths came crawling round both corners of the house and rolled slowly into one dense bank, on which the upper floor and the roof floated like a strange ship upon a shadowy sea....
Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog."
-Hound of the Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle
"that night and every time that tape is played... we win again and again..."
-A foreign mothers father: revisionist desperate", Jeremy Harris
The Mag lulling in somnambulant electricity / ecstasy joined by incidental guests / Larva Lou's debut cassette (two originals & a Grifters cover) ether harmonics, cathartic arcs, tape straps.
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