00:35 - the electric Tropicana fruit punch
01:10 - Shylock disguised as Wolverine - one big thick blunt sun caged within adamantium claws
01:45 - The centrifugal force created by Neptune's frentic revolutions are a tad too much for the interstellar threads. The planet careens off into blissful oblivion shattering amidst this psychedelic synaesthetic funk.
02:05 - The Quest for the missing Rothman's.
02:10 - Quest abandoned after an eternal search along with GMAT
02:20 - Tuned in, turned on, and dropping out...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggg!!!
- Crimson Cosmos & Boogie Bubbles, we've been crowned the King of Cloud Daemons...
- Watchtowers to the South of the City, they form the NOW, monumental shrines to the new Lords: Abstract, Geometry, Madness and Recursion.
- Enter the dragon, the clown prince and the creepazoid: freak power!
- Spiral Architects oversee the construction of a quicksilver Atlantis
- Synch : everything is green and submarined, marooned on a velvet island of sacred oblivion
- With a mouthful of stars, I trip over my feet
- Big Bad Clumsy Moon
- We lost the skyline, stepped right off the map. Drifted off into space, and let the clocks relapse.
- Dissolution. Confusion. Chaos.
3:30 - Back to the Sanctuary... peace and tranquil. Message from God.
4:10 - Spacial Distortion: extremely menacing vibrations were all around us. Please! Tell me about the fucking golf shoes!
4:40 - Wasted spaceman lost in an orbit
5:25 - Grooving, Converting Vegetarians. Shadow puppets and crystallized spherechuckers.
5:30 - Commencement of the Third - Boom Shankar!
6:10 - Morning's soft embrace, alone and content, kissed by the gentle rain.
tH3 ЮnG & ￦!n¶iNg J.
6:30 - Shpongle
7:10 - Wheels. Alloyed Steel. Steer Right or Left. What the fuck - I can't drive, I'd rather fly...
7:30 - Deliberations. Maggot Brain.
8:10 - Message from God: leavetakings...
Lotus Feet. Losing necessary cohesion.
9:00 - Obscure Time Loops. The Enemy is awake! Rewind, just push play. I think I'm getting the fear...
Lost, strung out, wasted into blank space... swimming in around the perimeter.
how long had this shit been going on? Get a grip. Maintain.
10:30 - Kronos, he who has abandoned me... the mystery of electric day-glow fan
Wait for sleep.
"Before you
slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another
kiss
Another
flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss"
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