Into the Moss
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A sunken raft of weeds woven into a verdant morass of sound, song and story. Broadcast on London's Resonance FM every Friday, Into the Moss is a 14 minute drift through original music, soundscapes and liminal yarns.
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Against all the odds, I didn't use any bits without a rudder.
Horses for courses. Warm marbles offer kisses: The sinews of life.
Theft gets him sexy – I think it does for us all. Free meals come second.
Forgotten journeys. Jane doesn’t know where she goes. I remain in awe.
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Heather in the grille. Stragglers pass over; to jump in each fish's eye.
Sheltered in concrete, unstoppable baristas peel reality.
Void celebrations, sonic serpents born and lost, shed skins clattering.
Vegetal hold up. A horse will carry me back, where he's expected.
Chained in the toilets. Hands driers for company. Hoping something drops.
Dripping from the top, exhaling anally now, his web’s in tatters.
Dreaming air hockey, floating along the decking towards the water.
Names echo empty in the Nintendo fortress: world without feeling.
The Honda-ride out for abominable chair-bears always comes too late.
Supermarket sweep until everything is gone; resting in decay.
K3P returns. Tethers us to a jumper, in three-way trousers.
The machine that sends a kiss from the receiver, finally alone.
Breakfast is a goat, and the woodlands drenched in oats – pour the stickiness.
We've been here before: waves chewing the horizon – flatulent climax.
Broken bottles call; thoughts rage under prodded face. Trying to get home.
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