In a deep cravasse down the backslope of my psychic mountain, there's a hella funky little vent that's connected to the lava flow that goes straight to the magma at my core. Sometimes you can smell the brimstone, but it's generally upwind of you on the pleasant sunny face. I should be able to tell you in a few spare phrases, 'Material', 'On-U', 'Axiom Funk'. If you have tasted the maggots in the mind of the Universe and were not offended, then you know from whence the gents commence to drop you off...
Shout outs to the hideous mutant freaks & new savanna stompers: Xavier Moon, Cuda Lee Brown, Kenyatta, Double B, Darkstar and Tooley. A dinner that may yet happen.
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