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You see, it all started on the dawn of twenty three. Three wicked mutts howled at the castigated and lecherous window of our beloved guitarist, begging for mercy – a mercy that would not only not be touched, but even seen.
We had congregated around the strongest and boldest expressions of our self-inflicted mutilation. As he opened the shutter, a piercing cry rent both trust in humankind, as well as the faculties one may define as logic or reason.
We found ourselves splayed betwixt hollow moon and on the rotund blackened oak: three candelabras, a basted and slathered turkey, seven lotus flowers, a long cloak and four smoking pipes. The whiskered face of Tsar Alexander II was carved into the moon.
Upon the gloomy table, a surrogate document postulated clear terms which in contemporary times would be considered a pact. Nonetheless, we took no care reading and signed ourselves away.
And so The Merge was born.
@mergetheband.
We had congregated around the strongest and boldest expressions of our self-inflicted mutilation. As he opened the shutter, a piercing cry rent both trust in humankind, as well as the faculties one may define as logic or reason.
We found ourselves splayed betwixt hollow moon and on the rotund blackened oak: three candelabras, a basted and slathered turkey, seven lotus flowers, a long cloak and four smoking pipes. The whiskered face of Tsar Alexander II was carved into the moon.
Upon the gloomy table, a surrogate document postulated clear terms which in contemporary times would be considered a pact. Nonetheless, we took no care reading and signed ourselves away.
And so The Merge was born.
@mergetheband.