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Truth. There are many styles within styles that compose Tech...
In fond rememberance of my psychohorrortrance room... there remains the one... GOATRANCE. Through spiritual awareness... beats echoing repeatedly and rhythmatically like darkwaves washing upon every grain of sand that composes your beach stirringly along with twinkling melodies falling like snowflakes of preciousness upon the bloodydriven snowfield of your mindful empty_ness.
Modernly primitive in it's trance invoking seas
swimming free transcendental and psychedelically.
As the elfarrow shoots into your heart of hearts...
.J.U.N.O..R.E.A.C.T.O.R.
The godfathers!
Ain't no body...does it better...makes me happy...makes me feel this way!!!
Allow the reactor to psychedelically warp your fagile little mind!
And while you're at it...
XENOMORPH
DARK SOHO
PARASENSE
SPACE TRIBE
TALAMASCA
Spiritualspacendentally killing sweetly.
*pssst...houston...we have a problem...*
*we've been sucked into darkstars blackhole...continue communique psychically...sweetly*
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"Focus your attention on the link between you and your death, without remorse or sadness or worrying. Let each of your acts be your last battle on earth. Only under those conditions will your acts have thier rightful power." ~Don Juan
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