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Horror In Clay - Live, The Knitting Factory, New York, 9 April 2004
The Fall
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The article mapped in the revelation of flee into blissful sleep
Peace and safety of another new dark age
I'm Mark Edward Smith
These words are H.P. Lovecraft's
We give you the horror in clay
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Yeah, I'm just working on this head at the moment
I need to put some stairs up on the body as well
'Cause it tends to float a bit more with the body than the head
The garden temple of Babylon that lies next to Handa Bob
It's Cornwall
It's slight accent in the C.C. Sheffield Cornwall
The professor knows the youth is completely
Ignorant of pagan cryptearch or biblical lore
He ponders and reflects over the sculpture
Professor found sculpture who says
As I said, it was a dream of dark dripping stone
Of a fractured voice whose vowels were impenetrable
I was not stoned, professor, honestly
My grant has run out
But the only two vowels or sounds frequently
Repeated that I could make out were
Phwoar
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He brings out a key and gives it to him
While his uncle is taking note
It's a condom or clay bas-relief
With bits of fevered junket strewn around inside the package
The bas-relief is a rectangle
Six inches by five inches
One inch thick
Hieroglyphics, neither ancient nor modern
Sort of Cornwall slash modern art
On top is a creature
As if just made
Description: cross between octopus, human, dragon
Half-bead, tentacle, head
Scaly body, half-grown wings
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Behind this is a small two-by-four blister
Ionic column
Attached to a large sheet of paper with large felt pen writing
Saying
Kithalu
Kitholu
Kithulu
Oh
Margate Beach between columns
One
Dream entry
Work of H.A. Wilcox
No relation to Toyah
Seven
Numer
Eight
Uh
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Uh
Six
Enter
Huh
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Sea in sight
There is a Penzance-Bacon wet heading
Dated 1960
Comfortable leafy suburb
Green, lilac, German-type houses
Lots of dark green, ominous
Pale-skinned youth
With sentences
Walks up
Hesitatingly
To the front of a house with a package
He looks like a cross between so-and-so and the singer out of Or
He is nervous and affected
A balding high-skilled eye opens the door
He is a professor
Half-inch great
Of course
From the city of Ireland
The son of the expensive family
He comes from package
It's this great bas-relief
Of what it all says
A new book brought light
In Venus city
Near the woods
Green folded in the garlic sea
Of a golden lantern
Of a garden book of Babylon
That lies next to Handa Bob
It's Cornwall
It's slight accent in the C.C. Sheffield Cornwall
The professor knows the youth is completely
Ignorant of pagan cryptearch or biblical lore
He ponders and reflects over the sculpture
Professor found sculpture who says
As I said, it was a dream of dark dripping stone
Of a fractured voice whose vowels were impenetrable
I was not stoned, professor, honestly
My grant has run out
But the only two vowels or sounds frequently
Repeated that I could make out were
Phwoar
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