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Drenched in sticky jungle sweat, blinded by bright sun flashes, guided by egyptian witches and pilgrims, pursued by the magic bones of banshees, we search for cosmic romance. We dance in the night surrounded by walls and worlds of pink flowers and revel in prime-evil lust. We meet with secret cloud children every night and play their games and solve their puzzles. We dream sideways, and taunt our nightmares. We travel to the land of God and eat dirt from the garden of eden and tear the moon straight from the sky and plunge the world into darkness. Our excesses bring chaos, but we survive for our hearts have been granted everlasting perfection by the elusive and omnipresent hermaphrodite.