No one can precede
the importance
of an intermittent waveform
flowing in logarithmic
sinusoidal crescendos
from one side of the track
to the other
while another trace
of white
comes across
and picks you up
on another theoretical
thirty minutes of
perpetual
glazing into other eyeballs
just for the sake
of killing
time.
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