Peace Orchestra (Peter Kruder) - Henry video free download

konchristi

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InterdimensionalSex

The first minute always makes me think of Henry Townshend wandering through the dark, rusty industrial dreamscape of Silent Hill.

Masayoshi Kume

*electric fare ch. 14*/// it is so hard not to give out spoilers... on tonight's edition i'll be including recommended soundtrack instead of a separate post. i hope that amuses you. the white space is a thematic device. and as always let me know if you want on or off the notification list for this series. ///drifting through roiling hills. cloud banks. drop, free fall. down, down, backwards and upside down. heavy blood rushing wind. Stacy flinches ever so slightly. she opens sightless eyes, unfocused, closes them again.pumping throbbing adrenaline, hyperventilating. but planted on solid ground, no more falling. weird twisted trees everywhere.Hey.look back, friendly face. familiar, maybe. like... too many people. he's pouring a cup of something hot, wafting aromatic steam. piercing bitter smell, comforting. shaking hands take warm cup. moving closer, lips anticipating hot metal. never quite touching. alone in fairytale forest.I was looking for something.digging in piles of leaves. stupid flowing white dress gets in the way. old brown dusty corroded documents, foxed book pages molded into oblivion. dig deeper, get the white stuff. fresher, newer. but not too new. when was it, ten years ago? 200 Cs?Damn. Where is it?no no no. not that one. nothing is right. it should be here. ok think, where were you when you saw it? not here. in the office, real clothes. cube sea, washing up and down with hands and heads. hard copy... copying. glancing at a page. header, top left. someone something, hereafter named blah, agrees to... to...Meagan's here. something something, wants me to go with her. no i don't want to leave. any excuse. please. make it her idea. no really it's ok. see you tomorrow. right. please go away. empty office, late again. i was here for something, where is it? can i just...no.Stacy takes a breath, keeps her eyes closed. light outside won't go away. she looks. gray first, saturating. familiar bedroom things. right smell. right sounds. right thought, right action. well, not so much thought. already the contours of her dreams begin to fade. by her next breath she forgets them entirely. her mouth is dry, ache behind her eyes.Today I have to pack, she says to the empty room. Tonight I will be in somewhere else.the room says nothing. she nods to herself, gets up satisfied.#taketheU 

Max Rubenacker

*electric fare ch. 14*/// it is so hard not to give out spoilers... on tonight's edition i'll be including recommended soundtrack instead of a separate post. i hope that amuses you. the white space is a thematic device. and as always let me know if you want on or off the notification list for this series. ///drifting through roiling hills. cloud banks. drop, free fall. down, down, backwards and upside down. heavy blood rushing wind. Stacy flinches ever so slightly. she opens sightless eyes, unfocused, closes them again.pumping throbbing adrenaline, hyperventilating. but planted on solid ground, no more falling. weird twisted trees everywhere.Hey.look back, friendly face. familiar, maybe. like... too many people. he's pouring a cup of something hot, wafting aromatic steam. piercing bitter smell, comforting. shaking hands take warm cup. moving closer, lips anticipating hot metal. never quite touching. alone in fairytale forest.I was looking for something.digging in piles of leaves. stupid flowing white dress gets in the way. old brown dusty corroded documents, foxed book pages molded into oblivion. dig deeper, get the white stuff. fresher, newer. but not too new. when was it, ten years ago? 200 Cs?Damn. Where is it?no no no. not that one. nothing is right. it should be here. ok think, where were you when you saw it? not here. in the office, real clothes. cube sea, washing up and down with hands and heads. hard copy... copying. glancing at a page. header, top left. someone something, hereafter named blah, agrees to... to...Meagan's here. something something, wants me to go with her. no i don't want to leave. any excuse. please. make it her idea. no really it's ok. see you tomorrow. right. please go away. empty office, late again. i was here for something, where is it? can i just...no.Stacy takes a breath, keeps her eyes closed. light outside won't go away. she looks. gray first, saturating. familiar bedroom things. right smell. right sounds. right thought, right action. well, not so much thought. already the contours of her dreams begin to fade. by her next breath she forgets them entirely. her mouth is dry, ache behind her eyes.Today I have to pack, she says to the empty room. Tonight I will be in somewhere else.the room says nothing. she nods to herself, gets up satisfied.#taketheU 

hadrienboye

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MysticMoonGoddess67

this cd is phenomenally amazing. always allows me to recalibrate myself.

Vikruntasas

Goes right into my soul...

Visuvh

It's tasty to the max, highly enjoyable ! !

megamartsch

einfach geil.

faisca5

G-Stone for life!

pyhage

What should i mind??? shut up, listen and feal lucky about the K&D World of music!

nics würstchenbude

abgedreht!! dat mag ich unheimlich wenn da noch nen paar jazzelemente rumflitzen.. gj dude

RMCKIE

AmAzInG.

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