♫♪  – Story - “3”

Urban squalor among graffitied muck. In the sleep of a cracked sidewalk vines climb the tenement buildings of Time.

Meet me there—here. An endlessness that mimics a separateness. A syllable in the rain, wrecked to shreds, caught in forms.

Phoenixes quincuncially overhead. Their warmth turns into a sound, lush amid ghosts.

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CHOCOLATE GRINDER is our audio/visual section, with an emphasis on the lesser heard and lesser known. We aim to dig deep, but we’ll post any song or video we find interesting, big or small.

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