i need sometbing to candy-coat the nausea - more is not necessary, anymore - okay, well, that was the gold standard shake up the frame - it was shaky alright - strong stuff - there was a half hour where i was completely convinced of my purpose in the universe - that being a musical spigot... keeping time / / / this track is skipping too fast, mogwai, well, my head's a mess, it's a sacramental headress and a redress of old grievances and sloughing off of allegiences, but i will wave the fucked up flag till the tattered end - stanley was there - now it seems pointless, but stanley is still there, tenacious.... insisting in its importance - imparting something - floorboards, corner node, nord, yeah, i'm getting a little rounded schizo corner there, nevermind the greek antecedents, floyd is skipping, my mind is muddch.
Nausea. I am going to have to find my way back now. I will gladly pilgrimage back.
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