A misery goat of great brooding sky about to bleed skulks
And the TermSlump siphens the blood from the vital hemispheres this loose-leaved clue savaged heavy-lidded cube cabbage reaches for the artificial stimulants and drags some sounds into the MacAmp menu:
The plagued mantra of 'Milkman' the plangent mystery of 'Car'; the jaunty even raunchy 'Afternoon Delight'; the good humo(u)r man of 'Ska-Ra-Van'; and as the buzz kicks -
Come up with limitless layers of 'Hung Over'
Whoever it was said: music hath alarums was right & in that vein, the bells thrill out & in this nature, they are ignored - we hold our paradise within our skin,
Within our itchy immanent skins
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