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Apologies. I posted this at like 2AM having been drinking, and had just opened the youtube video in the background. I realise that in the cold light of day the resemblance to Bitches Brew mostly, well... isn't there. I just heard electric jazz stylings and trumpet. Still, what do we think?
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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