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C'mon, you can lead a band to reflections, but, you cannot make them see. The radicals stir the waters to displace orientation and clarity in the perceptions of truth. They are instruments. Many instruments know who they serve and many believe ethereally their own devised towards incline to divine. Which is fucking denial with the esthetics of fung swai motion. Today at one with the uni-burst and tomorrow spray painting anyone who purveys or wears fur. The pursuits literally, of others is limited to their personal insult.