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my hands are shamans and i danced with death. tonight was the mostspirituual experience. i dnt remember... i rmeember the building, the room. pink and yellow and black. but mostly black. fuck, i;m fallin, sinking,.... i;m sinking... nothing i s real anymore,.... music is the wave of trasnportation... follow it to the end and you will be where yu want to be, i love ou. i conduct adn the world comes back to life. did you miss me? the bass is diffferent? that's your problem. who am i tlking to? you. you kno you wan =t to. this is the end, i lied. i write, more more more more more more. i am not een writing this, someont else is and i'm usut watching.
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