Piecing together the scraps that we lay from the trails of volcanic encounters, we spiral down the lines of the music sheet, as exhilarating as the notes we strike. Its voyage caresses us beyond the dreamless limit of a subconscience assault, expanded only by a high so exclusive that in searching for an encore, we throw ourselves beyond the boundaries of desire. This contaminant to our exile is a dance so sensuous that the very air vibrates with life. And as we fly far above the free and explore what we imagined only the enlightened could perceive, we realise that perhaps we have joined the ranks of folklore as we breathe in the life that only myths could foretell.
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What is it with you and the creepiest pictures?
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