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| The sun rises, is brutal. I saw a motorcycle crash. Those crumpled clothes are not mine, they are beings different than ours. | |
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| Where did they go Lord Jesus? | |
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| I hear that Martian Planet loud and clear, I CAN'T GET IT OUT. I'm expecting company Ling Ling Bathry. I'm not the visitor? | |
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| Lord Jesus are you aware of The Element? You're somewhere near the outer hemisphere. A place called Urth. Different isn't it? | |
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Stop confusing me who do you think I am. NO BODY
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| Ling Ling Bathry, I'm inside the Left Ventricle. The Parisians, it was Napoleon. It was in his BLOOD! | |
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| Lord Jesus, you're not making any sense. You are in the same surrounding as before, but the air is different. THE AIR IS DEAD. | |
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