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La Vie Boheme
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The text & audio vortex; electric frontal cortex; the grey matter spill zone, with no hazmat team on hand; the deep end of the cranium, life-guarded by the angel; the dangle into danger; the damage in my groove; the tunes, from me to you; my foolish articulations, that ooze from well deep soul; "God chooses the foolish things, to confound the wise"... don't you know?
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