Proceedings from courtroom B

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1.
Internet: There's no intercourse on the internet, and the course of the net, of course, is that you get what you get. I get no intercourse I don't get met. Hollow log: I've been logged into a hollow log I earn my lodging writing hollow blogs. Outside the bark I hear the rabid dogs. We do it for love! We do it for family! Commune: I've been thinking about a commune for me and you and a couple of friends who can grow zucchini and other food. I guess it's defeatist (I mean the commune, not the zukes). On the nose: Ominous, I know, but on the nose to know the knowledge that I used to own I rent from google. So sue me: No seriously, sue me for some sort of identity theft. Because the course of the net, of course, is that you get what you get. I got your identity; I was disappointed. We do it for love! We do it for family! I hear what I want to hear, and I take it slow. I go where I want to go, and I take it slow.
2.
"Murder," they said. "But I was in bed! There's blood on my shoes, it's true, but there's no blood on my hands. Disperse, refasten the blindfold o'er bare-breasted Justice's eyes. Your only betrothed, not yet wedded to lies, and this stuff could have happened to any of you guys, so make mercy your pitchfork and slaughter a repressed appetite." "Adultery," she claimed. "But I claim no shame! Those sweet-smelling letters were intended for a different man of the same name. Anyways, their prose was obscure and fertile to suspicion's seed. As a doubtful heart plants so a doubtful heart reaps; the purer the screen the sharper the relief of the dirty pictures you all project upon me. "Liar," he spoke, and showed me the rope. With swift silver scissors, he sliced out my silver-tongue onto the floor. I looked out onto the courtroom, saw a sweet-smelling lady turn white. "But I was in bed all night! I was just dreaming of virtue and forsaking vice !" I tried to cry this, but could only articulate, "ha ha."
3.
08:38
Book of Job, assorted.

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Three songs written in 2018, without prophetic value. Recorded in the old Calvary Church on Fourth, thanks to H. Lemke for the spirit of the four-track.

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released March 27, 2020

Album art: "The Court of Death" by Thomas Bewick

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Dear Other Steubenville, Ohio

Marc | Vocals, guitar
Rob | Guitar
Brodie | Bass
Caleb | Keyboard
Biggs | Drums
Maura | Vocals

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