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This Season`s Colours Flouncing about in his fabrics. These were our early clones of Bookmarc. Mis-shapen and grotesque, they now hang around under ugly yellow streetlights at dusk trading early 90`s Bomb The Bass tapes with each other. They linger for a time, then run away, run away with the Darkheart. |
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The Drone Look at him in his finery. He`s clockwork, you know. We`ve been watching him since day 14.Corporation agents posed as wine merchants and caught up with egypt`s fastest rapper and kokusaihou gakusha at some hellhole or other. |  |
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Corporate Hotel Hellhole ? No, Just mild discomfort. It`s Barker-esque terror all the way at The Corporation`s winter-retreat Paperhouse (tm) Castles. Choose from Madrid, Osaka and Atlantis. Any trouble and we`ll keelhaul ya. |
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