air deconstructing the noise
in spheres of nothing and radial fury
in spaces of the holy my mind began to wander
in spaces of automaps the curse alter the way of ideas and eyes
old answers to new rash
rail underwater leads you to a dead end
you can't find the secret door
if you found it you can't open it
canned
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