Needless to say, you can plainly see through the end of a long tube a one-eyed vampire Bob Dylan who must enunciate his most intimate soliloquies in a peg-leg pirate waltz rhythm, "EVryBODy MUST! SUCK! BLOOD!", all the while chitinous insect gamelan clicks and deafening sinuous drones weaving in wordless languages simulated histories within histories, dreaming of dreams not yet dreamt, universes that flash expand, contract and flicker out again and again, time lapse flower birth and death.
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