dulce
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deluded existential ultra negative Alien body hunters are coming for you
sailboats with sails ripped in the time/space continuum escapes detection in the Triangle
tea leaves flushing down the sewer pipes of Paris
quantum daemons hastily paddles across the stream chasing that unknowable cat, Cheshire?
death squads of Pinochet’s ghost knocking at the doortrying to peep hole
distorted satanic verses tumbling past Joseph K’s graveand the compass needle moves like a crazy person on LSD
drum beats in ecstatic jungle fever fueled franticallymountainous terrain hard to pass, rugged, where is the Dulce Base?
undercover terminators knocking at hollow tombs, emptied mummies#23 is the one
hyper encrypted loneliness behind closed circuits of eternal tritium boosters
ultra wavelength stealth de-icers humming as the temperature goes down to 0K, still subsonic mystic movements
exceptions to the virus are hard to come by,still, the beat goes on