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  I love a sunburnt country,
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  Of ragged mountain ranges,
  Of droughts and flooding rains.
  I love her far horizons,
  I love her jewel-sea,
  Her beauty and her terror
  The wide brown land for me!
  – Dorothea Mackellar

  Her far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk.

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  October Perfume Oil

  Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
  When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
  And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
  And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
  Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
  In the gay woods and in the golden air,
  Like to a good old age released from care,
  Journeying, in long serenity, away.
  In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
  Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
  And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
  And music of kind voices ever nigh;
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  Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
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  Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

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  All of Their Heads Fell Off Perfume Oil

  So there’s a guy living in a little place that’s in the desert

  And then there’s many, many, many, many, many different bodies

  And then all of them, all of their heads fall off

  all of their heads fall off

  all of their heads fall off

   

  And then, they start going to his house and tearing open the windows and breaking the house and eating the guy.

   

  Oozing cactus flesh, creosote, dusty boards, and gruesome globs of blood musk.

   

  Original story by A.S.H. 

   

  Art by John Herndon

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