There is no philosophy of the mail
in this prison house
fucking jail,
another body unseen,
white outlined.
But here,
nothing is what in
folding seems.
For when mail is shot,
there are no detectives
to pick the scene -
or autopsies
performed by docs -
Why?
Just dock workers here,
masquerading in a package clear,
with floor
too
neat,
to which you might think, "a mailman's dream",
no it is a mailman's worst fear,
and that is the trick, or rather, all there is,
for no philosophy of the mail,
has ever been
posted.
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COT Current
Right now we’ve got a couple projects in the works. We are currently working on an EP that is slated at 5 to 7 songs and then a full length album of about 8 to 10 songs. There are a couple demos for the album recorded, and one completed song, while the EP similarly has one song recorded for it and a couple demos. Needless to say there is a long way yet to go on these projects. Periodically I would imagine over the next couple weeks we’ll be posting some of these songs in the MP3 area of the site for those who are interested.
Into the Pipes
Here is the first MP3 to go up on Protozoic, “Into the Pipes”. This song is in progress or potentially done forever. Who can say. Only Father Time perhaps.