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I've been listening to Codeine's The White Birch quite a bit lately. It's seriously one of the most miserable records I've ever heard. I'm not at all surprised that they called it quits after this. Unless your name is Michael Gira, it's hard to keep turning out such despairing work.
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And no matter what I say I cannot resist or betray it. No one could do so because there is no one here. There is only this body, this shadow, this darkness.
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