These poems do not live : it's a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out on walking about like people
It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.

O I cannot understand what happen to them !
They are proper in shape and number and every part.

They are not pigs, they are not even fish,
Though they have a piggy and a fishy air...
And that’s what they were but they are dead, 
And their mother near dead with distraction,
And they stupidly stare.

HILL (20 years ago)

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Further Down [demo]

The second studio album from Hideous Gomphideous, Transmissions, explores the messages we leave for each other every day, and the emotions attached to them.

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Peaceful Shadows

BARBARA - what they tell me (demo)

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Contact: laolun.sound@gmail.com

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