Ad Nauseum goes with the territory, all bent up and exaggerated. Slow linking mumble jam. All the washing and no fun in a word, this prism slices my visionary dreams and leaves me sighing on the porch slums of my memorasium. Slap the juice pricker and flip it for a journey. And thus it falls forth into the crevices of sublimination and reality teetering like a sideways seashell not sure if it wants to flow out with the tide or fall to lie on the beach....

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