the embodiment of my once-a-year impulse to listen to Stars of the Lid - for most of your waking hours it'll feel like boring repetitive nonsense and then you'll find yourself in a weird pocket of calm where everything makes infinitely more sense in the stillness of your mind
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sorry about this gang