a quaff of this delicious wine from a vineyard beneath a brooding hill .

• +..Shiey


• +..dubstep adjacent sonics


• +.. /impulse 101

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A world of shapes fled past him, for he was as fleet as a cat and he ran withoutpause, turning now this way, now that, and only slackening his pace when some more than normally hazardous cat-walk compelled. From time to time as he ran he leaped into the air as though from excess of vitality. Suddenly, as he rounded a chimney-stack, black with dripping ivy, he dropped to walking-pace and then, ducking his head beneath an arch, he fell to his knees and hauled up, with a grating of hinges, a long-forgotten skylight. In a moment he was through and had dropped into a small empty room twelve feet beneath.
Peake, Mervyn.