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May 2015
The Lord Gosh hasn't time or attention span to record everything.
That is why it gave us special brain chemicals that fire when sincere laughter occurs.
That is the trigger to record.
Gosh creates life forms so joyful or funny things can go on its compilation.
Big bangs happen and new combinations for life unfold.
All that is retained from the last crunch is what makes it to the compilation.
We humans are farmed for joy and delight, like all beings,
Even the holy octo-beasts made in the image of Gosh itself.
Rough translation from psychedelic transmission
Brujo Alligatore
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Brujo Alligatore  EW,NH
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   Andrew Name and Sara Murray
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