Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Small Hours Mix

Saturday, sometime between 2 and 3 AM, The Small Hours of the night, I crashed landed on my face in the street.

Though I only blacked out for a matter of seconds, the journey within my mind lasted for what seemed like hours. Memories of the week prior sailed through my conscience, drifting in and out of view in a fog, like an old lighthouse in a murky bog. I saw Jan Vesely and Khal Drogo laugh at me through cracked TV monitors and was mocked by a man who referred to himself only as Mr. Clutch. When I came to, I was face down on my bedroom floor.

Luckily, documented evidence of this meta odyssey is available in the form of this mix: The Small Hours. Repossess your mind.

The Small Hours by DubyaD

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