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Seriously man, not to be fawning or anything, but as much as Atsonic's posts have been class, your essentials are massively aptly named. Like evenly split between albums that I already love (Ziggy Stardust, My Favourite Things, One Foot In The Grave, ETC) and album that turn out to be favourites when I listen to them. You're at least 25% responsible for my current LOVE of hip-hop, and maybe more. Much thanks is in order.
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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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