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a march hare.. a dali clock.. a mandala.. a shot of formaldehyde.. fizzling kennedy on the inside of magus light bulb.. strange opalite craft travel without a sound in the dew fresh night.. tropic salt moisture happily traveling up traveling down.. the negation of magnet pathways underneath tectonic checkered cardboard inscapes and plastered just beneath seven vedic pillars holding up the sky.. hallucinating jericho lamps on each side of immense janus sandwiched locales.. spinning.. always the spinning.. sweet delicious spinning.. lenses without throughput slowly becoming laden with backward potentials.. and once spinning backward.. deeper fissures that penetrate beneath the first order.. even the zero-eth order.. and tunnels.. pathways.. visible by dwellers in this octave but not sensibly.. not material in these formulae.. two octaves up?.. displays a much clearer picture of reason.. and two octaves higher still relays sufficient detail to pull inside out the perceptive vehicle of everything below this frequency.. a sliding dependency.. upward intent.. rivers.. streams.. central radiation sufficient to yellow the eyes.. hollow metropoli filling with stadiumed minerals lifted skinward and rupturing all known gravitic corsets.. breathing.. breathing.. and go right up to em.. streetcars snorkel vesuvius pistons decending unto the crypts of a hungry red clown people.. dancing and stamping with torches.. sharpened mushroom sticks and throwing stones.. better to be.. better was.. better..

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a march hare.. a dali clock.. a mandala.. a shot of formaldehyde.. fizzling kennedy on the inside of magus light bulb.. strange opalite craft travel without a sound in the dew fresh night.. tropic salt moisture happily traveling up traveling down.. the negation of magnet pathways underneath tectonic checkered cardboard inscapes and plastered just beneath seven vedic pillars holding up the sky.. hallucinating jericho lamps on each side of immense janus sandwiched locales.. spinning.. always the spinning.. sweet delicious spinning.. lenses without throughput slowly becoming laden with backward potentials.. and once spinning backward.. deeper fissures that penetrate beneath the first order.. even the zero-eth order.. and tunnels.. pathways.. visible by dwellers in this octave but not sensibly.. not material in these formulae.. two octaves up?.. displays a much clearer picture of reason.. and two octaves higher still relays sufficient detail to pull inside out the perceptive vehicle of everything below this frequency.. a sliding dependency.. upward intent.. rivers.. streams.. central radiation sufficient to yellow the eyes.. hollow metropoli filling with stadiumed minerals lifted skinward and rupturing all known gravitic corsets.. breathing.. breathing.. and go right up to em.. streetcars snorkel vesuvius pistons decending unto the crypts of a hungry red clown people.. dancing and stamping with torches.. sharpened mushroom sticks and throwing stones.. better to be.. better was.. better..