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May 2014
Come on baby, decide.
Feel these colours without their light.
Choose your path, leave your steps behind.
Throw The Doors open and breach the other side.
Be definitive in your choice,
In this design.

Our fascination
with these compounds:
The amps, the tryps;
The sensation, experience.
They amphlify emotion,
We tryp over the empirical.
Come on, what are you waiting for? (The sun!)
This galaxy was meant for us; born.
We can escape to the great starshine.
Space cola.
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
(29/Other/Empyrean)   
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