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One Day, In My Cage, I Ceased Fighting

This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.

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This entry was posted on April 4, 2017, 5:32 am and is filed under Finding Purpose, Music. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by clinock on April 6, 2017 - 2:01 am

    Couldn’t stop listening to the end. Marvelous Carl, I envy you the skill and technical know-how to create magic like this. I hear; a reading of Dada poetry, a conference of the animals, the colour wheel…

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  2. #2 by Carl on April 6, 2017 - 6:00 am

    You’ve given me fire for weeks to come. Thank you for your kindness, John!

    Reply

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