"Statues and paintings there were, all of fiendish subjects and some executed by St. John and myself. A locked porfolio, tanned in human skin, held certain unknown and unnamable drawings which it was rumored Goya had perpetrated but dared not acknowledge. There were nauseous musical instruments,stringed, brass and wood-wind, on which St. John and I sometimes produced dissonances of exquisite morbidity and cacodaemoniacal ghastliness; whilst in a multititude of inlaid ebony cabinets reposed the most incredible and unimaginable variety of tomb-loot ever assembled by human madness and perversity. It is of this loot in particular that I must not speak - thank God I had the courage to destroy it long before I thought of destroying myself!."1 Martin 08:17
2 Fabricated Steal 06:52
3 The Moon Grew Teeth 03:26
4 Palace Of Poison 08:21
5 Count Down To Armageddon 04:50
6 Little Elle 05:52
7 Too Salty For Them (nasty shit mix) 04:52
8 Food Not Gods!!
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