In December of 2004 James Empringham left his home at High St and returned to the streets of Port Cred(it). While James slept all warm in his bed, visions of visions danced in our heads. Shortly after we buried a small tin. "Repeater Tobacco" was barley legible on the side of the battered, tattered tin, found in the basement just days ago. The tin, the capsule, the vesicle of salvation would not, could not be (safe) within our reach.
In the ground, under a tree a the... three, 9 , 6. High, st soon will be occupied and the tin will repeat.
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