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♫ Entheogenomics ♫
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I enter the corridorganroar with keen eardrums. At once astral jets (with the grace of a crocodile’s tear) fire clone-ish upper, over, hyper, and cyber tones into our eleven-dimensional aftertaste buds, ol’ factory cells, and victimpanums, peeling multisensual-processaurally out of the Infinite Persilencium in order to occupy panresonant listening outposts, seeping clangor-iced into the castratosphere of our whims, quirks, and schisms—contrapuntally confront-heavy amidst open-sourced sardonick-nack. Patasonic OMGluons—disgustily lustfully rustling—whisper rhythmotives, sonarchitectonics, and long-blasting tapedecklarations, rendering panflewd flavours, (de)cadencing delicate metaphors d’oeuvres, shivting spin in full swing into biotronic organificialities, ear-tickling my laughing muscles, emerging and surging against our poesienna-colored listening shells, snuggling quadrillphonically into third ears. Whiz. Sound swells. Seazures. Requiempathy just below the cheering threshold. Decibelcanto. Dingue-dangle. The jangly tingle of a fleating jingle wangles us from the bleak bliss of mere apphearances to utterly flirritating luciditties in our gray matter’s Shangri-labyrinth, until unexpectedly a microcosmic sound fragment (for a minimaliceful ultragicomical-infragile Only-Now) transports you into clair-audience/sooth-hearing/lucid-listening. In a trice. All ears. Being.