1 favorite - Review in the list "Series" under "Coin locker kid reviews" - Alternate issue review
(Low quality
photo of a drawing I did listening to Alandaluz as of April 2026, which I
will now use as a "cover" of sorts for this review. I promise I want a
scanner so bad: ILL PUT THIS BACK SOON SORRY) (If you're reading
this please remind me to update this, it's an embarrassingly bad photo
but I would've forgotten to add it otherwise...)
Trading with the fishes has never been so easy.
Before, you needed to put on this 2-ton motor suit, and you needed a
translator or surgery to be able to emit similar sounds as the fishes,
but now...! They've found the fish are fond of music, so you just put on
your favorite Blogspot Ambient and it soothes them right away... some
have cassette players, so you might wanna dig around your dixie dream
houses for your rare 2017 and Cyan Sun beauties. It really depends on
every fish too, some of them also like "Deaf tones" or whatever their
stupid name is (how I wish they were...!), Agalloch, Cadnep, really all
forms of all kinds of all all all all... all encompassing in the endless
universe. Do you think they have rym too? Let me know in five years.
Five year update: (pending 2031)
Recently, a fish approached me with Tenemgras O Baum, a crazy music
concrete experiment from the undulant and ermbiousent "J of the
B.A.llardns" [not sic, for the real name involves hundreds of
-phonicasso style paper clippings in the form of 20th century link rot.
Wriggling, wriggling, wriggling.
Tapid angeless decadent silkless web. How long i've been holding
funerals for the could and the "'s beens." I remember the people who
were only ever such as historical archive in unprotected PDFs of the web
highways of every government... I remember the first time I met one in
the summer of 2019 inbetween arid love and miasma, not yet terribly
bound by nostalgia, free-roaming, "ghost/spirit" still not a point nor
timespan in concept. I learnt so much of Michigan life, oh how I wish to
touch down someday and feel the snow enclose me...
It's funny, you must've fed me the idea of angels. I remember
prancing the woods for a night of fear and inbound libertarianaux
conquest, talking to you through the web. Pharloom must've been known
around that time, but who knows anything these days.
Persecuted by the ultraviolet rays... you told me your mother and
father had separated quite recently, that you didn't feel too bad about
it but I could tell you still wanted them to be in good terms. You
weren't the type for holidays, given you were talking during New Years,
so I imagine two anxious knife-cuttable tensions split across two
parties would be unpleasant. You didn't seem to be home anyway, I didn't
know much yet.
Your cat had gone missing, I remember now, that's why you left the
house. Your uncle would die come next January too, but I'm getting ahead
now. We were talking about Kaklin Gateway, it was a forum inspired by
Jain, in where Kaklin is the last interim entralliand state before
death, so the gateway was this beyond. "It kinda sounds like, uh, you
ever play E.Y.E. ...?"
...you said no. I suggested to buy it for you but you rejected
incessantly. I forgot how we got to this point, but you got all quiet
and timid and you described it all so clearly finally;
You swam through the creek. Becoming one again and again. Gateway open. Gateway entered.
Adios, salmon.
Te vere en el futuro.] and I offered in exchange a Traumnovelle cassette I had bought recently, but, no luck.
Goodbye, dumb fish...
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