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I'm listening to this know for the first time in a while, and it truly is one of the best records ever. I keep expecting to turn around and see little chunks of my brain splattered on the wall behind me. I haven't really got anything new to say that justifies bringing this thread back from the dead, but I will comment that Mercy, especially in the second half, is one of the greatest things that could ever possibly exist, and that the immediate transition into Outdoor Miner KILLS me.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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