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| During the day tether down your poor lonely lost soul to the sandy shore At night: The light. The Light! Leave as the sun sets Make like a bird and fly in the direction of any wind, talk to everyone, feel every thing, no matter how scary because you fear not! No matter how much you scare those fiends in the night, no matter how creepy you are found, follow each sound high or hollow with your freaky Gnostic prescience Be beyond all that fucking science! They just don't know. They just. Don't know. They. Just. Don't. Know. You know. You. Know. You. ~ Clancy's, Scottsdale, Arizona, July 17. 2017. 9:30 p.m., as the night's monsoon storm was moving in  |
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