allay the bile and bitter
from Plumed & Desiccated by William Ryan Fritch
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plums, saccharin and syrup on a gnat's mangled onion wing. wince for the fruit of absent threshings,
our starch bellies and plastic minds will never be sate,
abandon in droves, the temples and groves of our domineering gods,
till cracked be the lips that had ambrosia dripped from the rafters to the lion pits.
allay the bile and bitter,
our starch bellies and plastic minds will never be sate,
abandon in droves, the temples and groves of our domineering gods,
till cracked be the lips that had ambrosia dripped from the rafters to the lion pits.
allay the bile and bitter,
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from Plumed & Desiccated,
released October 17, 2011
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William Ryan Fritch California
William Ryan Fritch is a composer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and producer currently based in Oakland, California.
His compositions are characterized by his unique range as a multi-instrumentalist and audio engineer, allowing him to realize large ensemble arrangements found in folk, Indie-rock, electronica,
Hip-hop, World and orchestral music as a solo endeavor.
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