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Psychedelic Death

Black candles burn, and the wick of life slowly reduces her beautiful self to certain uncertainty. I don’t know about you, but I have been bewitched by the seductions of Eve. Why? Because she is spellbindingly irresistible in her raunchy nakedness. Babylon may reign in the guise of liberty – but how blissful truly is ignorance? Geological mockery echoes her sexual laughter in the canyons of inevitability, whilst we stand on the precipice of conception. So, my seasoned companion of confusion, let us rest in ontological comfort as the universe unrolls the carpet of kaleidoscopic dreams. Everything is fine. Honestly!
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david-barr
Scottish
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Dec 31, 2013
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