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Psychedelic Nightmare

Brush with death and still self-same but that stupor cycle... could not be tamed. I've never known such wild pursuits, where the deck was deep and I lost in depth, struggled to dry land and almost drowned in death and no other animal knows such wild pursuits as that day on the deck where I lost my brain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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