Like the hawks the circle the dusty plains of America, we are coming to accentuate hope on behalf of the crestfallen and undertake battle against "I don't know."
We are coming from South Dakota.
We are the dislodged evangelists of Things-Exist.
Attack, attack, attack! Attack the fake in the name of the real.
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This is the official website of the Gardens, a post-fictional post-band from Sioux Falls, South Dakota who wander the earth prefiguring the musical apocalypse.
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- Your brother in chains
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3 comments:
Sebastian,
Brother, good to "see" you here.
I would like to say that I'm glad we're here in this almost-an-actual place and that we are united in spirit.
A welcome to anyone sitting alone in a dim room who happens to be reading this blog right now. The Spirit of God is present to you.
I would agree with Sebastian's sentiments, above. But I dislike his use of military imagery. I am less concerned with attacking the fake than I am with plowing it under.
In His Most Holy Name,
Horace
Sebastian, what does "Organic Solipsism" mean? Why is that the first post on our blog?
Um... I guess I liked the way it sounded. But now that you mention it, Leo, you're probably right. I don't think it's appropriate.
Sometimes I feel like a sky when I'm writing this stuff, and what am I trying to reveal in the blue light? The world is not just something we create and act upon. When the dirt pushes up against our feet, it shapes us.
Read my poem with careful thoughts.
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