part of "More crap same day..." 9/1/2007

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By Stilltraveler •

Free Smells... Can you tell... it makes no sense so what the HELL!! Once again I've escaped to some strange techno beat ancient acid trip... Brown concrete wakens with dawns early touch... cusping it creeping down like an over- zealous boy. Warming the concrete & yet there isn't anything natural about it... nor endearing.

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