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JASOOOOOOOOOOOOOON AHHHHH AHHHH AHHH AHH

It spun in front of us, it promised to show us things, it was a container of many sides. It marked us. The basin was filled with a sort of viscous and semi-liquescent substance, quite opaque and of a sooty color. The center swelled as if with the action of some powerful yeast and an uncouth amorphous head with dull and bulging eyes arose gradually on an ever-lengthening neck. FREEYOURSELFFROMREASON HE fills the hole in you. The you-shaped grave melting away to entropy. ARCADIA will exit the ear canal on the lefthand side. Once it's gone, I'll be at your service, not. Don't cry.