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In an utter transfusion the world began.
Can you feel the waves battering your psyche in vulgar interruption?
The musical red light album flows unceasingly in the beer induced delirium.
What a hell to live when the deletion began.
A mind like a loaded shotgun.
The therapy of release and an end to power.
Feel the compression of a loaded heart and hear its report in the green burrough hills.
The day is dead, the night is empty, and my soul thirsts for stimulation in a river of intoxicants whose swaying distractions baptize my troubles away.