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This is an eastward trek on repeat. A tape cloaked in static, clicking and turning over itself. A departed decade's daydream whirling towards Lands of Plenty. With nebulas dot dot dashing into Eternity, eyes are locked on the horizon as plasmic ghouls gravitate and spindle from a restless breeze. Why probe another world; Let the space jazz lose your mind; Slide down the Wormhole as asteroids light the Moon? In the zone, everything begins to shine. Feel goods engrained in verbal tides. A tale abundant in sweet illumination.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
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This is an eastward trek on repeat. A tape cloaked in static, clicking and turning over itself. A departed decade's daydream whirling towards Lands of Plenty. With nebulas dot dot dashing into Eternity, eyes are locked on the horizon as plasmic ghouls gravitate and spindle from a restless breeze. Why probe another world; Let the space jazz lose your mind; Slide down the Wormhole as asteroids light the Moon? In the zone, everything begins to shine. Feel goods engrained in verbal tides. A tale abundant in sweet illumination.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
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