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Just keep on huffing it. Keep on huffing it. Just keep on huffing it. Keep on huffing it. I huffed myself right out of night school. Sticky with spray-paint. Sticky with glue. These were tumultuous times. Keep on huffing it. Just keep on huffing it. And the cameraman? Fuck the cameraman. What the fuck was he gonna do? Sticky with spray-paint. Sticky with glue. These were tumultuous times. Keep on huffing it. Just keep on huffing it.
Blunt force trauma seemed like the right thing to do. And now of course, just like the horse, it all turns to glue. And we just keep on huffing it.
Keep on huffing it. Keep right on huffing it. Keep on huffing it. Fuck all your monthly subscribers. Keep on huffing it. Sticky with spray-paint. Sticky with glue. I gave it up for the Dustgun, now I ain't got shit. Those were tumultuous times. Keep on huffing it. And the cameraman? Fuck the cameraman. What the fuck was he gonna do? We just kept huffing it. Keep on huffing it.
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Reality Tunnel
02:37
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(the wisdom of Robert Anton Wilson)
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Breathing fire, I could hear the light and there were certain colors buzzing. They had that 60 cycle hum. I saw diamonds on the water. I saw fire in the sky. I knew the drugs had started working once the aphasia set in.
Look out! The Sky is turning black! Black!
I started hoping it was grounded. I wished that I had stayed home. Then someone yelled, "THE COPS ARE COMING!" and everybody runs. There was tear gas on the forecast. The sky is turning black! Black! This is anarchy. Look out!
Look out! The sky is turning black! Black!
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God/Man Paradox
05:16
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(ask Jay)
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John Dee spoke to me through the scrying stones. Said, "Don't believe a fucking word that they say. Don't believe a fucking word that they say. They lied to me. They'll lie to you. Don't believe a fucking word that they say. Don't believe a fucking word that they say."
Lies told through the scrying stones. Lies told over a cell phone. Lies sung through a microphone with guitar.
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Astrologically Rambling
07:45
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Streams of urine fall from the sky. And Satan in all his forms, Satan in all his colours, blood-soaked and cum-drunk, stumbles forth seeming to fall from the sky. He raises his fist to God and screams his dissatisfaction. He raises his fist to God and screams his dissatisfaction. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Limp-wristed, on buckled knees raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction.
Steaming masses decaying and finally dying unsatisfied and bitter, so sick of 666. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Limp-wristed, on buckled knees raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction. Limp-wristed, on buckled knees raise your fist to God and scream your dissatisfaction.
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Superseded
05:21
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This most Utopian opium. This gift from Ra. This cleansing disease. BRING BABALON TO HER KNEES! Baptized on their own fluids. Let them drown in their own fluids. Too wet to fly. Let them sink straight to hell. This most Utopian opium. Separate the wheat from the chaff. Blow the Shofar, choose the chosen. Past thoughts of heaven now seem like hell. Baked under incandescent light indoors and underground. Some beneath the sewer. But they will come, my brothers and sisters. They will come. This most Utopian opium. They will come my brothers and sisters. Out of the woodwork like nymphs too wet to fly. Too wet to fly. Let them all sink straight to hell!
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The Cold Seeps Vancouver, British Columbia
Nothing is real.
Enjoy, or don't.
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