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I Like Strange. ~M~
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
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"A Rare Earth Element"

Wet Dentist practically undetectable in the Ether . . .
Wet Dentist in the Ether.
Like a rare earth element spit to pieces in an alien environment.
Wet Dentist: dead set on reaching machines that ain't been built yet.
Like a rare earth element spit to pieces in an alien atmosphere,
ascend the stairs to where all living ends.
My attendance in oblivion is a requirement.
My out-of-whack elemental particles will reach that supernova.
And then the info I left behind will get eaten up by machines.

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Song Comments

I Like Strange. ~M~
Wow! Cool all around! ...and this one was uploaded on Adolf's birthday too!


Moody, Cool, Psychotic, and Mesmerizing
Wow! Mesmerizing and Cool all around! -M-


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
it only looks as like it as damn it; and, sure, we ought really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we have even a written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all to show for ourselves, tare it or leaf it, (and we are lufted to ourselves as the soulfisher when he led the cat out of the bout) after all that we lost and plundered of it even to the hidmost coignings of the earth and all it has gone through and by all means, after a good ground kiss to Terracussa and for wars luck our lefftoff's flung over our home homoplate, cling to it as with drowning hands, hoping against hope all the while that, by the light of philo- phosy, (and may she never folsage us!) things will begin to clear up a bit one way or another within the next quarrel of an hour and be hanged to them as ten to one they will too, please the pigs, as they ought to categorically, as, stricly between ourselves, there is a limit to all things so this will never do.


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