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it's tough to linguisticly capture the sensation of melting into a background of red and blue zeppelins, but somehow i'm managing it. the planar sensors in my face are going open-circuit. thank god, the shimmery synth noises have arrived. they are brittle and crystelline. SNAP! break a piece of sound off. use it like a qtip. consciousness modulus. how would robocop handle it? perhaps via taking a bus to honolulu, hawaii. what's up with hawaii names anyway? it's all like oooiii'a'iaia of the iiia;a;a;ira you know? sucka got a hardon for upspikes logarithmic i's. as i am not a linguistic botanist, i am unable to speculate how starting conditions produce this particular chaos.
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