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I'll listen to Banco De Gaia forever, thank you. No one collides worlds better. (A serious recommendation) but the bad news is maybe I belong in India. That scent of something...the story of the retarded nun? Did you know that's a real deal in my life. Although nun might be a stretch, instead she shows us her chastity belt every chance she gets. There seems to have been a crime after Marlowe had died? Maybe he was in love with someone. Check out sonnet 118 he's fucking tortured. Oh well. Gyped. What goes around comes around, you get what you deserve, the mindset sucks actually, but i like the music. It eases the sense of drama with a better sense of drama albeit insecure, unreal, the stuff of fantasy. who said Hamlet was real. Anyway, i bet it is.... who said Macbeth was real. who said... Nevermind. smells like.... The Day of the Dead, or saints or something, a grave, a virgin, a hero, a student, phantasms. Way to go Scotland! (and That is some total tea leaves I got here) ( still needs to buy Spoon's Gimme Fiction, on anti theft vinyl) no it's a conspiracy for the conspiracy minded.... I actually have no hope for my interest in music any longer.
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