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Your ticket to the low brow, high ball, mixed martial arts, medium space where everyone gets down, high, and in-between. Expose yourself to the pineal-decalcifying, darkness decrying, rain-belying scorch of the imminent sun as it makes you a slave to its force. You'll wind and wind and wind around her begging to be set free into the whimsy of particles that extend infinitely past you and everything. Sexualize yourself. Make love to your existence while Mother Earth watches in an instant, barely noticing your short stint in her gaze. Lift your hands into the nothingness that surrounds you on all sides; but are you lifting or lowering? Did you get a photo? Did you sing a song or find a treasure? Was it well-documented in tape that drowned in the fire or burned in the flood? Don't take yourself so seriously.