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Dirty, beat up lonesome apples.
The crazy crying out, moaning fruit of the jinn, gathered together in sacrifice to the smoke that disappears at dusk, tripped up. Farther down the pastel painted pipes in remembrance of every momentary lack of movement along the way. Missed out, missing those times to come upon the tattered hems that are only fleeing to actualize their piece of the whole. 

1/4 tonne overhaul, 1/4 tonne tardigrade, 1/4 tonne kabbelgewirr, 1/4 tonne moonraker, 1/4 tonne capacity blunder, 1/4 tonne puppet truck, 1/4 tonne redux, 1/4 tonne spike pitcher, 1/4 tonne bottleneck, 1/4 tonne redux, 1/4 tonne embouteillage, 1/4 tonne Desynchronosis

Chants, Trance, & No Pants... A barking dog

internal feedback based aural & visual life

(wear earplugs yall, you dont want to suffer what im sufferin)

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