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Clickity Clack
The foamy swath of saltwater tides tickles our fancy, pubic mustache scruff with licks of strange vapor, so that the poison foam and sallow marine-layer texture seems but a beckoning towards more ancient melancholy mermaids time fogot we put in our own belching teenage bellies, I find myself involved and investigating this friendly niche with a keen curiosity for psychedlics, like a jumbled up, vague taste for the conscious state slash wavelength our brains are much better off in a passing trashcan strolling the long roads home.
