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Don't look at me now
As I'm stepping through the doorway
My laces are thrown
In a quandry of sorts
The ocean touches my feet
Because I am so handsome
The bombs of time are thrust
Towards me
Don't scream at me
I'm only a shoeshine
Whose ears fall deaf
After the loud crash
The soles of my feet
Are like butter with pancakes
I play my fat banjo
Like golden-haired angels
I remember a song
From years ago
I stare at the words
Although I don't know
I can see you lurking in the shadows
The song is
Nearing its end
As glistening footsteps
Trance down the
Once-glistening beach
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A Musical Hecatomb
01:33
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An Invitation
01:14
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Hallo
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(Hallo, hallo, hallo)
I was once in a marching band back in the year 1942. There will be a series of tests you must complete. When these tests are completed, you are expected to report back at your earliest convenience. Have I not made myself clear? And if I haven't, you should speak up right now or forever hold your peace. These tests will begin in about 1400 minutes. You will be expected to go into the room, take the test, walk out, and reveal all that you have learned from these tests. Your knowledge will not be revealed to anyone other than yourself and the others in this room. This is a matter of sacred pride and is to be kept as such. We are all just grains of sand falling through the hourglass of time, waiting to hit the bottom, crushed, in pain. Falling, you are beginning your descent... Beginning... You are about to leave your earthly body... You are beginning your descent into madness, slowly, slowly falling down the downward spiral! And now, you see the light from the other side of the universe. It beckons you... Beckons! You see, all is true. There are no lies, there is no fiction! All is true. All must be believed in order for you to pass to the other side. Once you are proven to be truly noble... You will explode!
(You will explode! You will explode! You will explode! You will explode!)
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(You will explode!)
(ウボ)ァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァァ
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The Funhouse Collection
02:20
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The giant steel girders which once held up the magnificent buildings are now all that remain of the long-forgotten city. Like iron skeletons...
Stricken with... Sneering gall... It's fucking it all up, but... Living in our world... Just nibble... This is my trip... The vampire's... Coming for you... Sneer on this bloodless night...
(Attention. The party is about to start.)
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Astronomical Demolition
12:03
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(Sorry for the delays, the party will begin momentarily. Please find your seats and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you.)
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