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Mr. Electric Ocean disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom.
Dawn: Wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babes.
Midday: Vanished. Grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores.
Sundown: Opening a cloak of tentacles... preaching the gospel of cracked crystal beaks.
Dusk: Peeling back the birth skin like wrapping paper around a virgin. Vanish again.
Twilight: March on Electric Children!
And you, with your self righteous army of crotches spewing paper children, his death hole is deeper.
And stronger than love.
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