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       Today is 27.08.2011 and the truth is: that music is the most powerful maybe because:
she is an ancient child of love and violence - she is the screams originally.
       Throaty joy over the body of a defeated enemy: his voice: fear:  the victorious roar
of men - the sighs of abducted women     - a wild pleasure from penetrating another's body:
opens our mouths even now.
       And her instruments are bloody - they're weapons only    - former bows and crossbows
and blowguns for poisoned arrows.
       The beat of blunt ends of spears. Bags with boiled bones:     the rattle of which is
accompanied by palm drumming on the skin of slaughtered animals.
        SHE SLEEPS TWO DREAMS