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terrence mckenna screeches as he tears into your third eye. then he starts opening doors, all sorts of doors. peasants flow out of one and meet creativity like the boston molasses disaster, and revolt. terrence keeps opening doors. so many doors. "aldous! help me!" you announce through your wernicke area. "Aldous can't help you now," mckenna hisses, and then shits out the half-digested remains of aldous huxley on your parietal lobe. suddenly, all you want is pizza. |
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