the grim harpers play the zithers and broken auto harps which came from the trash deities, those same which gave me oxo wow mom whos drums I do play to high heaven. in among those harpers I, do dance the witch doctor. In this circle of dissonance and forward motion, there is a birthing ritual for camp tribal thumper baby, who may be known as the spawn of tattoo baby, resplendant in her ritual. As this ritual occurs around mardi gras time, we sing camp tribal thumper baby a song in the style of the black indians of new orleans. it is a carnival.
at this point I produce the alien pod, a purple star fish spider, of wire frame & hot glue velvet with a proud bulb, a happy birthday balloon, when peirced with a blade reveals the face paint blood ritual within. and then a closure of harps trailing into a thunder of drums. thus the contents of this chamber of the multi-form cabinet. closure to it's content within a voodoo vaudeville show. 100% HooDoo! as we like to call it in fruitvale.
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