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Stuff and Things (Demo)

by David Lynch's Hat

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Matt Svetik: "I was a communist for the FBI." Narrator: The story you are about to hear is based on the actual records and authentic experiences of Matt Svetik, an undercover agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who, for nine fantastic years, lived as a communist for the FBI. Matt Svetik: "I was in the party. I saw it work. For nine years, I recorded the communist conspiracy against the United States from within. This is part of the story." Konostoy: "I have had the feeling all evening that we have met before, Comrade Svetik." Matt Svetik: "Comrade," in the office, I spoke. "You are mistaken. You have not seem me before. Despite your efforts to beg to differ, I promise it was not I." Konostoy: "FBI agent. That's where I saw you. You were talking to an FBI man. I told you I would remember." Matt Svetik: "Sir you have me. Pistol as your personal greeting. You aim for my suicide. Bureau bullets fire at your scheme. That's right Konostoy. Scurry away. That's right. Scurry away." Matt Svetik: "The FBI fire laced the night with red as it went over me, but Konostoy had a good start. He was getting away went he hit that bad curve, doing seventy. Then there was nothing on earth that could save him as his car skidded over the steep embankment." Lucifer: "Deceived you were, you worthless beast. Embraced by flames through infinity. The godhead is absent." Narrator: Overturned and jammed into the tree's cervix. The cadillac spews forth its concoction [of fuel, antifreeze, and melted steel]. Chlorophyll disintegrates. Bark peels. Roots forever corrupted. Truly a majestic sight/site. Konostoy: "I was getting away when I hit that bad curve. Seventy on the road as I made my haste from the American fire that cut through the night. Red in my eyes, sickle-and-hammer soul. Fight or flight, I soared to my end. Was it worth it?
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Wait so long The Cold blisters on, biting at your skin Biding time Seven-day Sorrow again and again Endless Cycle Spoke with a friend; both Uneasy Common Patterns Disgusting Stupidity: the Human Disease Faceless clones Individual is nonexistent Vapid words Vacant and callow, stubborn, persistent Blithely moving Smiling through pretense; jovial, happy Common Patterns Boundless insipidity: the Sheep Follow Sheep Erase and Eradicate the Maggots of Transcendence Pulsing and eating at true Comprehension [blastbeat section]: ?fhdgxfcjvkhuyrcftghffgyessssokFUCKER Self-important is the core of the enemy Welcoming responsiveness is its guise To initiate its absolute destruction Its elements and yours you must comprise
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Temerity between two abandoned souls Smoke amidst the menacing vibrations Hours of health, lost in the plumes Selfish sacrificial contribution to the void Impersonality becomes the drive Listless, protagonist, antagonist, perfectionist Time constrains collapsing concepts Olfactory functions warily warping The will to unwillingly wear down Acceleration towards fine black points Accent, exacerbate, reverberate, procrastinate Nonexistent room of compassion Twisting within its existence Birthing expression of self reflection Flickering flame to the façade of I We are alone Stuff Relativity erupting in various torrents Mastication of transcendental parallels Forging the all-encapsulating fortress We are alone Things Rusted, cold, polymeric liquidation Dilated and peeling, evaporating layers Sharpened and honed, coloring targets Blistered and festering, amorphous catharsis Truth conveyed through veils of complacence Mind conscious through infusions of disgrace Effacement of complete nothing within Transfiguration of the genuine rot Assuming nothing, anticipating all Illusion of satisfaction
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AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BHLRAGGHHHHHHHHHHH UUOGHHHWWUUHHHH Trudging through the necroforest of McCarren Park A hellish being materializes before them The visage ov a darkened creature Was that ov Pastor Doctor Martin Ssempa On his body, a cloak of peril and nothing His words spewed forth from the Fecal Bible Thrusting his scythe through Leopard-print spandex Crushing the glasses ov the Animal Collective Decapitating the possessor ov vintage one-speed bicycle The Pastor Doctor anoints the hipsters with his phallus You hipsters shall be slaughtered by my sword And the Lord shall strike the lands ov the north with his fist He will destroy Williamsburg, and make its great capital, Bedford Avenue, a desolate wasteland, parched like a desert Lucifer

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released July 14, 2010

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DLH is a group of aliens that usually resides in New York City, but sometimes occupies Boston. DLH's music is rooted in metal, showcasing harsh growled vocals, distorted guitars, and double-bass drumming; however, by incorporating elements and influences from jazz, atonal music, rock, death & black metal, and anything, DLH is more appropriately labeled as Experimental Extreme Metal. ... more

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