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RIDING SADDLE BACK, on twelve inch worms, a meteor spoke of one story that blew my mind, this mix opened up a door in the folds of my brain, I conjured up a different scene  each time it replayed, electric storms collided against the reefs teeming with purple-escent sharks with telepathic notions, they lead into the underworld where they process the most rich paste of human creme   and deserts sold in fine dinig restaurants around the world, I really enjoyed this dish serve me another and we will talk.  'D'
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