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Our thoughts, the voices, the 'chatter' we hear in the background when we begin to reason, it’s all confused in a digital nausea, reproduced in an old cassette from the future. The next morning we wake up on a Caribbean beach in the shade of a palm tree, remembering only the blowjob from the night before and the face of that bastard who pissed on our car.
Our thoughts, the voices, the 'chatter' we hear in the background when we begin to reason, it’s all confused in a digital nausea, reproduced in an old cassette from the future.
The next morning we wake up on a Caribbean beach in the shade of a palm tree, remembering only the blowjob from the night before and the face of that bastard who pissed on our car.
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