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FOR the porstulates of the horizontal forthwith. zappa's frugitude on his wikipedia page somehow intersects with that dream i had about recursive time travel portals (disreputable asian gentlemen used them to let anyone who paid a fee into computer store stockrooms in a parallel universe so they could lift some stuff. but some parallel universes had caught on, and shit had gotten complicated. they had to cycle you through three portals or so, one inside the next, in order to avoid being traced back to their origin universe. i was on one of these runs. charge through the portals. grab some shit. run back through one. then another. back! seems okay... but then some shit is weird. was that a decoy portal? had it been placed there to make me think i was returning to my universe, when it was really leading me into another foreign one? was i even in the right universe? honestly, i've been very careful about fucking around with parallel universes after that) and the glandular hypostatic pudding that sustains our primordial consciousness, but i'll be damned if i know how. all i know is zebb -- cloimpt. pertimpt. persnicket. marteetsle. nouchacha. wouringa. wourounga. watchuzlet. maekletlq. lsrdlfnt. knt. z HONEY IT'S CUTTING OUT AGAIN
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