It was 1990, I had psychedelic neurons, I thought psychedelic, I saw psychedelic in color. Riding on a little cloud, I entered a big mushroom, and the gnome who managed it simply said "Other Way Out" and the air became colorful and from above "Plain Of Nazca," I could slice the atmosphere like a pie. Damn the Sun Dial, all those colors were too much just for me. I managed to capture what floated like a little fish in the shop.
Plains Of Nazca
Plains Of Nazca
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