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Turn It On Himself

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

[Unverified]. . This is no town for the friendly, everyone here has a story. And in this maze of people, I lose my sense of definition. A page ripped from a book, I'm just a page ripped from a book.


Trapped

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Trapped. A game of roulette. A marble and wheel. Revolver and steel. While down on his luck. A grimacing drunk. He spins on his axis. On top of the table.



The Traveler

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Desperation takes to the streets. From out of the back of the house and into the streets. And you never know who you might meet. If he only plants one little seed.


The Haunting Of An Eastern Man's Mind

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

On my relative blank memory. All photographs leave scars. Of your insect inspiration. In the ice forms on my windows. . My memories here are conjured up.


The Evidence You Hide

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Lost in a paperback rain. Picking through books that you won't read again. Keeping your promises vague. Lost in the crowd in the circus parade. . Keeping your polaroids dry.


The Better Angels Of Our Nature

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

The surgeon was at the table with his hands on a rusty saw. The better angels of our nature were standing there in awe. The sculptor danced with his statue and caressing the flaws in the bronze.


The Beach Of Deception

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Swell surging forwards. Eroding the land. A test of your patience. A test of your hands. . The presence of angels. A pall of thick smoke. On this table spill memories.


Taste Of Tendon

Artist: Monks Of Doom
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless. My pulse was up my eyes were red. My visions, situations, feelings. Hung on my lips and burned me up. And 18 hours spent asleep.


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