Disconnect and let me drift until my upside diwn is right side in Society must let the artist go, to wander off
into the nebula Upon return, I conjure what was seen I let it pulse and boil within my limbs I lay my pencil
to the porous page, and let my lunatic indulge itself Wander off into your nebula, see your nectarine of
multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of electricity is
ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize! Do you enjoy your sight insideż In little, black book do I confide!
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