Dandelion deities ascend the orange sky. Electric apparitions jive to bloody fingered bongo jams. New wave papyrus flags ripple in the shockwaves. Lysergic postcards delivered from the underground. The lantern is now out of kerosene. Lights out motherfuckers. Unified illuminated projections light the way. The visions are real. The path is clear. The door is open. If you can't dig it, get yourself a shovel. Tighten your wig, turn on, and tune in. Get in or get lost. - The Terrapin Gun 2025
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