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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Jazzresin to alexander melise hollaway feb 25 2011: LexluthAr mighty Huntar...many rivers crossed oceans transversed stars triangulated transit Aurora till quasars cease their beacon. Jazzresin under blankets of matted hair has killed that thirsty ear through unfiltered sonic saturation. It is as Is as always but completely different and unadultered. Asharam of secret Ashkanazi lost tribe correspond recklessly uncrypted efforts. The Chosen one now glimmers in some sparkle of an unwitting father's lustful gaze. The fuckpods of the hive people quiver and come in fearful anticipation of the destroying Newchrist and a Grendel Slothrop holy Schleimhel shaman us through new psychic techno battlefields. Creatures already inhabit our inner ears and smart phones sucking essence and soul. Little do we now how far and fast we evolve. The medicine of Alva Noto and Ryoji Ikeda delay the creatures control enough to realize the ate up husk of what you are is not whom yer supposed to be. May we act upon the scenerio as Ganesh and Amitahba allowing the incoming travesty to follow its course. Meanwhile the terminal beach holds endless solitude waiting. If you meet up with fate pray she's in a good mood cause nuclear war is a son-of-a-bitch.

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