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this is the end of side one, please fast forward and turn over your cassette.
leaves soaked in the blood of baby tree creature, ants stuck in it's gooey redness.
Whispering springs, their near-silence broken by skipping stones and 12 year old laughter.
Electric guitar shortcuts into metal mayhem.
lonely old men seek reach around relief via message board pricks
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Team Thurston!
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