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GRANT BRAND: Bass
JON GREVILLE: Drums
NICK BLINKO: Vocals, Guitar and Art

Engineered by John Loder
All Material © Rudimentary Peni
Southern Studios 1987

Outer Himilayan Records
P.O. Box 59
London N22 1AR
United Kingdom

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RUDIMENTARY PENI: CACOPHONY


Several years after their previous release, Peni shed completely their Anarchopunk stylings and dive headfirst into the abysmal depths of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, an American horror writer from the early 20th century. Nearly every lyric on the album pertains to Lovecraft in one waay or another; references and quotes from his works of fiction, his life, and his untimely demise. Nick Blinko, a fan of the weird and macabre, decided to write about what he was most fond and familiar with, and the results are as odd as the horror stories he conjures from his bookshelf. Straightlaced musicologists would have one Hell of a time trying to dissect this one; it jumps from major to minor keys, and everything in between. The musical virtuosity of all three band members is most evident here. A wildly experimental concept album, the majority of the songs are not easily categorisable, fitting neither the trappings of punk, nor goth rock. Some fans say this is a tragedy, and shun the record, but I think it's fascinating how it stretches the ear with everything from mental instrumentals, strange spoken word (sometimes grossly distorted), some catchy numbers, and some shit, you don't know what the fuck it is. Excellent.

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nightgaunts
the horrors in the museum
the only child
archtectonic and dominant
the evil clergymen
brown jenkin
crazed couplet
sarcophagus
lovecraft baby
dream city (.mov/quicktime)
C12 H22 O11
zenophobia
sunset for the lords of venus
beyond the tanarian hills
imps of the perverse
the dead loved
periwig power
kappa alpha tau
american anglophile in the world xxxturned upside down
memento mori
better not born
arkham hearse (.mov/quicktime)
the old man is not so terribly xxxmisanthropic
gentlemen prefer blood
sonia
the day the universe ceased xxx(march 15th 1937)
the crime of the century
music in diabola
shard
black on gold

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NIGHTGAUNTS
Hairy flesh impinges from all directions Somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner Giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door Dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets Black statuettes animate square heads firestokers Skewer me in flame Paradise lost Dore ain't no rowboat Nightgaunt nightgaunt Hellish barb bifid Nightgaunt nightgaunt Impossible bat wings Nightgaunt nightgaunt They took my father today 1697 Nightgaunt nightgaunt But science foils our phobias Nightgaunt nightgaunt Noiseless faceless for faces frighten neighbours Nightgaunt nightgaunt Bloated somnambulistic Shoggoths plash Nightgaunt nightgaunt HPL paraphrased ad nauseum Nightgaunt nightgaunt Obscene clutch indigestion? Gripe? Cancer! Nightgaunt nightgaunt Recurrent nightmare of death Nightgaunts Nightgaunts Epistolarian oneupmanship/soliloquy-lecture Hallo sonny! I suppose you know...
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THE HORRORS IN THE MUSEUM
A muse musing in a museum. What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? Always just that bit behind glass, Always just that bit behind glass Fondling the master's skull, fondling the master's skull as a child. One of his coffin nails for one hundred dollars Museum Eke out who determined the babyish bible's canon? Eschatological countdown Dictionary chewing last generation military messiah political king Gods! O Gawd O Montreal Dead Sea scrolls caco kyrie caco kyrie A low life milk-sop politicalking Cthulhu & Co. HPL the t-shirt, the album. Repeats in dubs the quest of Peni Alienists pretty well dispose of this love business Lovecraft's last orgasm Lovecraft lives in Del Rey books Lovecraft's rock follies Acrobatic adjectives in my own town's Georgian steeples Nonsensical nouns Chrysler Building not Vampire State Puritanical sexuality Horror quelle horreur Eldritch rainbow face She's walking up to the door Atrophy mother of Parliaments You're not such a sensitive plant Stereoscope kaleidoscope periscope pedascope telescope in order to see (Things better. More clearly even those lying far off. Instrument. Tool for Verismus. Microscope magnifier of the miniscule. Even things unseen. Machine implement for Pyagnon) Rudiments of genteel behaviour Hairy wig Yak! You have hit a nerve, Sir. Maze of my minutiae reveals nothing of me Evil eye Dead Penies from heaven deceased materialist Atrophy museum UK Censor ship of fools Relinquish batancy One Semi-unaculturated The blockhead that collected Lovecraft Industrial revolutionaries Corpus cat Story all too prophetic Sir Fred Hoyle's spores Ululator martian alligator Christology milk-sop religion build in a home for the splinters of my heart Kidlet with withering sarcasm
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MACABRE HERITAGE
Cave art Poe Book of Enoch Poe Caviculae of Solomon Poe Phlegon Poe Beowulf Poe Dante Poe Mrs. Shelley Poe Poe Huysmans Poe DeLaMare Poe Machen Poe Dunsany Poe M.R. James Poe
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THE ONLY CHILD
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'm the only fucking child there ever was I'm the only fucking child Adulthood is hell Namby-pamby protracted childhood The only alternative Namby-pamby protracted childhood Earthworks of infantility The facts of life cleaned from passion-killing anotomical tomes You don't need pot to see Pan. You don't need pot to see Pan I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl And I formed a dislike for killing things which could not fight back Childish and childlike My rocking horses at the head of the stairs My rocking hearses I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence And Providence is me
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ARCHITECTONIC AND DOMINANT
Flamelike sunset
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THE IGNOBLE EARWIGGER
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THE EVIL CLERGYMAN (Instrumental)
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NEW DARK AGE
Hello, and welcome to Inconclusive Arguments. In today's conference, we have a psychologist, a guru, an athlete, a freak, a scientist, a dictator, an Anarchist, a mass murderer, a composer, a human vegetable, and a complete outsider. Let's open the discussion with you, er, what gives? That look of revelation on the athlete's face, the complete outsider is the centre of attention - Just what is the human vegetable doing to the psychologist? The freak is eating up the mass murderer. Oh my god, terrifying vistas of reality, and our position therein are being opened up to us all. This is the worst thing that's happened to mankind, and in the studio they've opted for a new dark age, but your commentator has gone stark raving mad.
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BROWN JENKIN (Instrumental)
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THE LOVECRAFTS WERE QUARRELING
What! Shall th' aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground - I thought it would have mounted! See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death. O, may such purple tears always be shed >From those who wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining,down, down to hell and say I sent thee thither!
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CRAZED COUPLET
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die dead death dead death Death dead! Death dead!
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NEW ENGLAND TOMBSTONE INSCRIPTIONS
The sweet remembrance of the just shall flourish when they sleep in dust Here lies ye remains of Here lies ye body of Here lies buried the body of In memory of My glass is run Memento mori Life is uncertain in the 21st year of her age When I die bury me here The grave is god's dying plan Deposited beneath this stone To the memory of Death Adieu, my friends There is rest in heaven Here lies buried the body of Life is short
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SARCOPHAGUS
Imprisoned with the pharaohs I notice no race predominates but slavery's still the norm Sarcophagus Flesh-consumers of the great house
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LOVECRAFT BABY
Lovecraft Sonia Haft Lovecraft Susie Lovecraft H. Poe Lovecraft Winfield Kill em all and bear Lovecraft's baby Feed it reg'lar how it grows Everyone wants to kill someone, but they don't Everyone wants to but they don't Too many braincells Drowning in inkwells OK, HPL just cos I don't talk proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural barbarian, proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural barbarian, indeed. The sickliest bodies produce the greatest thoughts Fourth generation teetotaler Memory man, muscleless man Hear a lovecraft ccccrying I am a tasteless, unsophisticated yokel I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo The last of the line with the strangest decline Lovecraft baby L o v e c r a f t b a b y
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BUZZING VOICE
"...go out among men and find the ways thereof, that He in the Gulf may know. To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things be told. And He shall put on a semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the world of Seven Suns to mock..."
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DREAM CITY
The weedy old spires like veins in marble The old gold domes were just ancestral homes The citadels of yore with broken bronze bells and tottering towers Shadowy staircases Spiraling like ammonites The sartorial shabbiness of Dunsany denies him a place at the occult coronation Tho' gold always rises Strata of wonders quickly pall The gleam of dreams is brighter than the glister of fossilised pageants Dream city
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DRINKING SONG FRON "THE TOMB"
Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale, And drink to the present before it shall fail; Pile each on your platters a mountain of beef, For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass; When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your king or your lass! Anacreon had a red nose, so they say But what's a red nose if ye're happy and gay? Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst I'm here, Than white as a lily -and dead half a year! So Betty my miss, Come give me a kiss; In hell there's no inkeeper's daughter like this! Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able, Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table, But fill up your goblets and pass 'em around- Better under the table than under the ground! So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to laugh! The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk, And damn me if I can't stand upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair; I'll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! So lend me a hand I'm not able to stand But I'm gay whilst I linger on top of the land! (I spiked his drink)
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C12 H22 O11
8 spoonfulls in coffee, please Candy and chocolate from slavery Ice cream in every variety Sweet crystalline substance C12 H22 O11 White poison 1 2 Fuck U C12 H22 O elevenaaaaa
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JABBERING/RAUCOUS SQUAWK, HARSH CACKLE/SIR ALGOVALE WAS RIGHT THE BASTARD FAULCONBRIDGE SPEAKS
This England never did, nor ever shall lie at the proud foot of a conqueror But when it first did help to wound itself Now these her princes are come home again Come the three corners of the world in arms And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue if England to itself be true!
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ZENOPHOBIA
We are gathered here today to pour scorn on inhumanity's weaknesses and foibles A fear of cellars, crypts, and caves Underground hollow evacuated lecture theatre Shadow strewn interior Abandoned gas house Topomaniac genophobia dispophobia gymophobia philophobia Scholophobia phenophobia panophobia Our leader fears the dark - have a nasty night! Hirsute! Lazy long nosed decadent pink skinned gigantic Englishmen Jay ay pee know nose job
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A GREAT GNASHING OF TEETH
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SUNSET FOR THE LORDS OF VENUS (Instrumental)
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HOMAGE A TOD BROWNING
Weird sister one of us A loving cup Gooble gabble
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BEYOND THE TANARIAN HILLS
I dream a new name I don't care about nayone The herd laughed at my writing My dream writing I write no more but I still dream I write no more but I still dream Flying zigzagging zugzwanging Aurora over cities of the Apocalypse Death lying upon that land Crazy chrysophase faces Gingko trees shudder, pagodas perish Expelled from London Through the towns of Surrey Melting minarets Homes growing thinner Beyond the Tanarian Hills
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TWITCH
Howard Phillips Lovecraft, heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of no means proportion: only what he did with this talent was a shame, and a caution and an eldritch horror. If he'd only gotten the hell out of his aunties' attic and obtained a job with the federal writer's project of the WPA, he could have turned out guidebooks that would have been classics and joys to read forever. Only he stayed up there muffled up to the tip of his long gaunt New England chin against the cold which lay more in his heart than in his thermometer, living on 19 cents worth of beans a day, rewriting (for pennies) the crappy manuscripts of writers whose complete illiteracy would have been a boon to all mankind -ah, but life is a boon- and producing ghastly, grisly, ghoulish, and horrifying works of his own as well -of maneating things which foraged in graveyards, of human/beastie crosses which grew beastlier and beastlier as they grew older, of gibbering Shoggoths and Elder beings which smelt real bad and were always trying to break through thresholds and take over; rugous, squamous, amorphous nasties abbetted by thin, gaunt New England eccentrics who dwelt in attics and who were eventually never seen or heard from again. Serve them damn well right, I say. In short, Howard was a twitch, boys and girls, and that's all there is to it.
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IMPS OF THE PERVERSE (Song without words)
Tintinabulation tympanum. Tinnitus as the paraquet's song.
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THE DEAD LOVED
The dead loved you and the dead love me The dead loved you the dead loved me The dead loved you The dead loved me
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THE LOVED DEAD
They've taken Lovecraft's lantern jaw off and are embalming him His pale complexion feigns an aura more lifelike than when he lived The adoration of dead personalities safe fantasia Immortality of the unobtainable
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PERIWIG POWER
Nux nomica adctriticos etc etc etc Periwig power Virgil did a bag wig but periwigs linger in court Horse hair and a dead language and dead old fools for power Perry wig free Masonic Court of arches star chamber Yes melud No melud The judge gavelled me down Periwig power
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A BIT OF GOOD HONEST ANGER NOW AND THEN
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KAPPA ALPHA TAU
Kappa Alpha Tau fraternity Felidae fetish Why did your cat run Artifacts of the aether Specks of the universe Noble aloof independent Kappa Alpha Tau for eternity
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CAT
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AMERICAN ANGLOPHILE IN A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
The Old Ones are inside the earth and under the sea in a state 'twixt sleep and death. Cosmic races homely alienage England's ungreen, unpleasant bland we speak one tongue Unnative England's Jerusalem making Whitehouse grottoes overlook the ghettos the observer is the observed Colonial architecture She's the best man in Britain supine moaning minnie sticking with nurse for fear of worse uncanny nanny Brittannia rule the waves A right bunch of canutes every country has its Arthurian saviour Sea demons invading England Rhode Islander's aversion to seafood see Cthulhu vomit More vapid vanna white house and less successless Prince Phillip reincarnates as a miniscule microbeast pest in order to present Rapid breeding in lands other than his own queendom kingdom come What do you want the nouveau riche house of Windsor The jaded sentimentality of the uninvaded people person Urchin universities superbabies wombworkout a more perfect union English godman the most magnificent snob I ever knew A meey cur Amerigo Vespucci Christisatanic names only please Sourland of slavery bill of wrongs what kind of state are you in Persons and citizens floundering citherns Boston coffee orgy Whoever has the initiative must willy-nilly go over to the attack It's just their generation -It's always their generation Sickle star hammer stripes stripe sickle stars hammer star corpse Knighthoods lands and refinement for yesterday's bullies derision and Criticism of today's SNAFU coffee house New England Puritan decadent Prude make life an art form we have no red-coats today We require a man of Boney's or Adolph's stature Psychic skyline superior medieval city better than Baghdad Purse owner persona sold out soul doubt Anti anti don't even believe in nihilism anymore The problem of induction The only English pope American pope 123 American pope 123 Speak like a psycho think like an immigrant Cowboys fonetic fanatics and indians Marketing psychedelia marketing punk dubious psychopathology Body slanguage sexlanguage O America we are not a gun-boat for your lack of diplomacy As we were now so shall ye be Government by the people by the people fool the people Shall not perish from this earth Beyond nationalism you have sown the wind now you shall reap the whirlwind Crush the teeth in America's mouth yank rebel rebel yank Blimey limey scurvy Never was a patriot yet but was a fool An American's house is his castle Quiet down, you brats Sorry kid
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NECRONOMICAL SECULAR AND SPIRITUAL
Parchment papers in jars Corrected letters Confused corrections twixt lines That lordly contempt for the obvious which hath ever been the mark of superior parts Roll up roll up Get your copy of the Necronomicon here Come on ladies and gents The book is more popular than the bible A veritable commonplace rarity of a tome
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MEMENTO MORI
Die bugger die bugger die!
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LOVECRAFTIAN NOMENCLATURE
Ziolus Archibald Mainwaring Augustus T. Swift John J. Jones Richard Raleigh Ames Dorance Rowley Edward Softly Albert Frederic-Willy Simeon Bootheroyd Charles Wombwell I am Abdul Alhazred I am the great I am
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BETTER NOT BORN
It seemed like a damn futile business to keep on living. No more tutors - high school next September which would probably be a devilish bore, since one couldn't be as free and easy as one had been during brief snatches at the neighbourly Slater Avenue school...Oh hell! Why not slough off consciousness altogether?...The whole life of man was a mere cosmic second -so I couldn't be missing much. The method was the only trouble. I didn't like messy exits, and dignified ones were hard to find. Really good poisons were hard to get -those in my chemical laboratory (I reestablished this institution in the basement of the new place) were crude and painful. Bullets were spattery and unreliable. Hanging was ignominious. Daggers were messy unless one could arrange to open a wrist in a bowl of warm water -and even that had its drawbacks despite good Roman precedent. Falls from a cliff were positively vulgar in view of the probable state of the remains. Well what tempted me most was the warm, shallow reed-grown Barrington River down the east shore of the bay. I used to go there on my bicycle and look speculatively at it. (That summer I was always on my bicycle wishing to be away from home as much as possible since my abode reminded me of the home I had lost). How easy it would be to wade among the bushes and lie face down in the warm water till oblivion came. There would be a certain gurgling or choking unpleasantness at first, but it would soon be over. Then, the long, peaceful night of non-existence... What I had enjoyed from the mythical start of eternity till the 20th of August 1890. More and more I looked at the river on drowsy sun-golden summer afternoons. I liked to think of the beauty of the sun and blue river and green shores and distant white steeple as enfolding me at the last -it would be as if the element of mystical cosmic beauty were dissolving me, and yet certain elements -notably scientific curiosity and a sense of world drama- held me back. Much in the universe baffled me, yet I knew I could pry the answers out of books if I lived and studied longer. Things have learned to walk that ought to crawl.
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ARKHAM HEARSE
ssssssssssssssssss Arkham hearse sssssssss Arkham hearse
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SICKENING FOR SOMETHING
Give me that decanter, Eliot!

THE OLD MAN IS NOT SO TERRIBLY MISANTHROPIC
You do not realise how much I appreciate you New deal now a new deal now Ultra-Tory to the quasi-Rad At least it's original Aristocratic socialism The old man's not so terribly misanthropic
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LONELY AS HADES
Aloneness differentiation alienation aloneness differentiation alienation aloneness
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GENTLEMEN PREFER BLOOD
Gentlemen prefer blood in this day and age, well really Cleave you foe from head to hip, from flesh plucked skull begin to sip Besemened bed of virus hell, Dad is dead, Mom's mad as well Michael Nyman met a pieman White note music twaddle twaddle twaddle diddle Play away, play away you are out of key, you're out of key 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful. 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful The pigs are fucking in the field With a hey nonny nonny and a hey nonny no yeah One five oh Jacko Vitiligo let's not get so superman Eighteenth Century Atheist thrown into old father Thames Aboriginal sinners we are the cannibals Sigismund says a smile is nothing but a cultured sneer Cultures built on slavery, art laid down by squirearchy His majesty's province of Rhode Island and Providence plantations Alienists alienate alien alienists alienate alien nations Autobiography of a nonentity management of the passions Voice fluctuating from high piping to low modulations All music comes from the scream contradiction o titania
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IN MEMORIAM
Father, maternal grandfather, mother, "Centre of my orbit" Henry St. Clair He was my friend Two-gun Bob Auntie and me
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SONIA
We'd all like to kiss pretty girls all day Unkissed since infancy Waste your affection on cats I find myself singing All the while Senile old shuffler weds Sonia Haft Green baby You wouldn't think that he was a gentile Oh Bedelia Elia O I've made up my mind to steal you my dear Never the initiator Head of the house is humbled Who is Phyllis Phillips Is she you mother lover You're the flower of my heart in the shade of the apple tree on a Sunday afternoon
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NOTES ON MY ILLNESS
Cancer of the colon and rectum. A very common form of cancer which can often be cured by surgical removal provided it is caught early enough. Hmmmm... Carcinoma of the intestines chronic nephritis
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THE DAY THE UNIVERSE CEASED
Bloated with gas Stomach specialist Death certificate 1066 1492 1642 1776 1894 1923 1924 1925 24 23 crash
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THE GOD OF THE WINDS/ BOWEL TROUBLE/ EVEN THE MONSTERS SHAT THEMSELVES
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THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY
Yuppiecide disposing of the bodies difficulty -the evidence impossible ripe for a coffin The dolled up figurine Impossible to hide the secret from the world dirty blood Death's blood on head nationless annihilation and the Christman's religion? Suffer now for the paradise that is to come Chosen Aryan myth birthed and perished in Poland Polish pope Popeish Anti-Semite ripe for a coffin Venice stinks cos Venice invented the ghetto Africa 150,000 years ago modern-looking man Homo erectus Peking man Java man Archaic Homo sapiens Neanderthal unchanged Strong brow-ridge cave man cranium prognathism Variations of modern People in classical morphological interbreeding Bad blood Neanderthals unchanged Mummified mitochondrial DNA Organelles, cytoplasm egg conceptus sequencing Vietnam man skullhole Origins unknown out of Africa skin change psychesame fresh prejudice Collapsing cosmoses dreaming of adrenalin deathrush cosmology Early earth atmosphere ancient death atmosphere happenstance Beyond the magma smegma skywomb microfossils strimatolites on rocky Coasts antrotrophs heterotrophs consuming the products and degradation of the higher levels Slime on rocks Probing the microbes Little Lord Fauntleroy and Lord Foppington were in the bath Press darkly there's pitch and toss. Heavy swell thro' the eyes of a storm secret motions and agitations of the oceans we loll. How does your conscience smell five miles downwind of a slaver The mist rolls back a stick of bombs fall a seismograph depicts the siren's call as we cover our ears flaying of satyrs by firelight Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic state of the Eighteenth century had reached an advanced form decomposition enfeebled and effete inarticulateness Pilasters niches multicoloured tiles lord whore farted Discolouring the fillings in your teeth that the archeologists unearthed bleak corrective furnishing self with solemn grandeur Statuary marvelous intoxicating to the fancy sick and sad Send her to Bedlam obnoxious to strangers a loud din of voices among the multitudes the strongest emotions I have ever known It is a great vexation for me to stop me vitals playing the giddy Goat out of season perquisite lichen the age of tombs foolishfashion Yonder issue to the top 'tis a pity the design was not conducted by a better judgement
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A CHARMING CHANT
To tread on a Peni guitar is death To tread on a Peni drum is instant death
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MUSICK IN DIABOLA
The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight supplies us with the note "F", a humble bee "C", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio, for they recall the lost illusions and optimisms of their initial ululations -50 year old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E Major has a quality all its own harsh, fierce, and strong -A shout of joy! The bass captures the neutral grey and the extremes of white and black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral parlour, we are the Arkham hearse's drunken drivers. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear Bergson said that by studying the maps, pictures, guide books, and plans of Paris, it is possible to discern the weight of monuments, the height of statues, the distance between landmarks, and the like, but that any amount of such contemplative visualisation is vastly inferior to a ten minute walk along one of the great city's magnificent boulevards. I have been to Paris in company with Poe in a dream. If I were to think of a name of a band, Rudimentary Peni would be the last thing I'd come up with, and if I did I'd probably dismiss it immediately. But some people have decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe hailing from what is now Shipley Yorkshire, who defeated the Roman legions at the notable battle in I think 53BC -what a name to be lumbered with. O well, it's their decision -what's in a name Ravenscroft? Rudimentary, my dear Peni. I take all the noises you made in the world, eat them -spew them regurgitate them- excrete them - bury them - shoot them off to the stars Thunderous music hemispherical cosmic temple - executor of extraordinary proficiency 'pon the forte oddest pitch gusting turbulence ye gods I've penned tri-tones. I must be away to confession And I died singing this song
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A RETURN TO VICTORIAN VALUES
Henry was giving his mother a good fucking
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SHARD
Call of Cthulhu As I'm recording here in this studio This shard will surely reach someone Someone who'll know But all these messages have been in vain >From the little glass bottle to the unfilmable Such things just shuld not be writ so please destroy this if you wish to live 'Tis better in ignorance to dwell than to go screaming into the abyss worse than hell But all these messages have been in vain From the little glass bottle to the call of Cthulhu
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BLACK ON GOLD
Lapiz lazuli Turquiose and amethyst Black on gold Viridian and jasmine Tan and black Ruby and cinnabar Dove grey -puke pink Onyx and bronze Vermillion and amber Jade and amber Black on gold 454 Angell Street Black on gold Green to feel blue Gawd those colors Opium madness Unleashed! Supreme final ecstasy
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GASPING YAWN OF SILENCE
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