Hobo Cubes/Taiwan - split [Pleasence; 2013]
“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won”
Hobo Cubes is the raging storm, sending waves crashing across the bow in an attempt to topple our metaphorical historical figure. He watches as the shipmates languish in salty sea waters, neither laughing nor crying at their dismay. He bathes them in Neptune, carefully picking the precise moments to unleash great tides and yielding to eerie calm when the boat may capsize; when our figurehead may take his final bow.
“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills…”
Taiwan is our fateful ship, cast adrift into a storm in which is shan’t survive. Yet its crew will not wilt in the face of innumerable odds. Though their fate is sealed, it does not stop the momentum being built below deck. As Hobo Cubes whip ferocious sine waves about the stern, Taiwan triumphantly say goodbye to the cruel but lovely world in jubilant song. Our heads hang low, our flags at half-mast for the passing of our dearly departed but it was not in vain. The Hobo Cubes sea is dangerous but worth traversing; Taiwan will build another sturdy ship and sail the seven seas again under the eastern sun.

Hobo Cubes/Taiwan - split [Pleasence; 2013]

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won”

Hobo Cubes is the raging storm, sending waves crashing across the bow in an attempt to topple our metaphorical historical figure. He watches as the shipmates languish in salty sea waters, neither laughing nor crying at their dismay. He bathes them in Neptune, carefully picking the precise moments to unleash great tides and yielding to eerie calm when the boat may capsize; when our figurehead may take his final bow.

“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills…”

Taiwan is our fateful ship, cast adrift into a storm in which is shan’t survive. Yet its crew will not wilt in the face of innumerable odds. Though their fate is sealed, it does not stop the momentum being built below deck. As Hobo Cubes whip ferocious sine waves about the stern, Taiwan triumphantly say goodbye to the cruel but lovely world in jubilant song. Our heads hang low, our flags at half-mast for the passing of our dearly departed but it was not in vain. The Hobo Cubes sea is dangerous but worth traversing; Taiwan will build another sturdy ship and sail the seven seas again under the eastern sun.

Hobo Cubes/Taiwan - split [Pleasence; 2013]
“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won”
Hobo Cubes is the raging storm, sending waves crashing across the bow in an attempt to topple our metaphorical historical figure. He watches as the shipmates languish in salty sea waters, neither laughing nor crying at their dismay. He bathes them in Neptune, carefully picking the precise moments to unleash great tides and yielding to eerie calm when the boat may capsize; when our figurehead may take his final bow.
“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills…”
Taiwan is our fateful ship, cast adrift into a storm in which is shan’t survive. Yet its crew will not wilt in the face of innumerable odds. Though their fate is sealed, it does not stop the momentum being built below deck. As Hobo Cubes whip ferocious sine waves about the stern, Taiwan triumphantly say goodbye to the cruel but lovely world in jubilant song. Our heads hang low, our flags at half-mast for the passing of our dearly departed but it was not in vain. The Hobo Cubes sea is dangerous but worth traversing; Taiwan will build another sturdy ship and sail the seven seas again under the eastern sun.

Hobo Cubes/Taiwan - split [Pleasence; 2013]

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won”

Hobo Cubes is the raging storm, sending waves crashing across the bow in an attempt to topple our metaphorical historical figure. He watches as the shipmates languish in salty sea waters, neither laughing nor crying at their dismay. He bathes them in Neptune, carefully picking the precise moments to unleash great tides and yielding to eerie calm when the boat may capsize; when our figurehead may take his final bow.

“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills…”

Taiwan is our fateful ship, cast adrift into a storm in which is shan’t survive. Yet its crew will not wilt in the face of innumerable odds. Though their fate is sealed, it does not stop the momentum being built below deck. As Hobo Cubes whip ferocious sine waves about the stern, Taiwan triumphantly say goodbye to the cruel but lovely world in jubilant song. Our heads hang low, our flags at half-mast for the passing of our dearly departed but it was not in vain. The Hobo Cubes sea is dangerous but worth traversing; Taiwan will build another sturdy ship and sail the seven seas again under the eastern sun.

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