Originally Posted by Glice
Also, I listened to Haino as I slept last night and my housemate complained that he couldn't sleep because he thought someone was being murdered. It was that one with the Steven O'Malley cover, odd-shaped black cardboard jobby. I'm sure it has a name, but I don't know what it is.
A temporary freezing of the time axis that turns at the end of this profound now
That, which while enfolding this now and present perfume, speaks, "I will use to the fullest this form bestowed upon me" and blurs the firmement - ah, where and in what form will it next be devised