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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Smiling Dan

As the shadows flicker across stone caverns your heart rate increases ever so slightly. Just enough to be noticeable. The masked creature dances and whirls weaving a story full of nightmarish imagery and sublime stuff. You feel yourself sinking. Sinking. Sinking. You are being awakened through sleep. And all is heavy, in a jaunty kind of way.

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