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Friday December 28th 2012, 11:40 pm

In a darkened room somewhere behind a dilapidated door lost in a maze of wet mildewed brick alleys, the stillness is deafening. Through a haze of tobacco smoke, just a stone face with blank eyes staring forward coldly, anciently. Then a faint hum strums to life, a sudden gust of steam interplaying with clanks and clinks, the shifting of hidden mechanisms as the seams reveal the themselves, the seal is broken. Its almost as if there are gasps of rushing air filling the space, pushing at the lung choking cigar smoke, it billows and puffs. Hydraulics seemingly as old as history lift and shove puzzled pieces like numerous small hatches being released, creaks and cracks of carved ornate stone filtering through the heaviness of it all. And inside death awaits to be woken, death the emptiness of white.

Sarcophagus Machine
December 28th 2012



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More please.

Comment by Ubence 12.31.12 @ 9:00 am

Hey there Ubence
We’ll have to see about that…

Comment by jhw3 12.31.12 @ 9:59 pm



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