lunarically bangag.
radioactive ID in full throttle.
sing to me, O muse, of your BCT melancholia
of the stellar murmurings of your amygdala
of the cacophonous batrachomyomachian voices in your soup
and of your bruce-almightyish 2nd-rate-trying-hard-copy-paste parting of it
shall i falsetto my replies ?
perhaps i shall even beatbox it!
perhaps perhaps perrrrr--haps!
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