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TULIPA083 / Thomas Jaldemark - Espana / Red Stones
Thomas Jaldemark experiences the fruits of his labor among the dark entities that swell between the flowers. A circle of green flame licks aroundEspana / Red Stones with a brilliant aura that shines brightly against the night sky. The gardens hum effortlessly and beckon travelers with this enchanted music. As the ground below the fire heats up, thousands of lightning bugs rise up from the purple ash and swirl around each other, deeply intoxicated by the groove.

Creatures from the bottom of my heart. A sliced onion rests upon the windowsill. Canteen dreams. The glass shattered on the roadside and the shards cling to the hope that they may be together again one day. Love is not a shade of blue. Morning missionaries knock on my door and long for my return. Sketchiness comes in twos. One plain wish for the chemically insane. Tragic justice. Amusement returns as a cosmic bedevilment. Whisper my name. The code is never cracked.
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