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the dream of a shadow of smoke, by nothing

guttural glitter glitch

That day may seem like other days Once more we feel the tiny-legged trepidations Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear But that day will have no others after No more worlds like this will follow Because I have a plan A very special plan No more worlds like this No more days like that

Sweethome under white clouds A picture on the wall It says it all, it says it all I had a dream long time ago, imaginary Like water, I had no colour Running free, eternal beauty And heaven, it was on earth The promised land of milk and honey And I see it now The pain it lasts and all is wasted And we ...

all we've learned is that everything burns by dodens doddering, dead and dying

technicolor xray dot matrix

I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid.