Welcome to the Madsic People! We would like to welcome you by inviting you to check out our video for Distance Of Hate. Click on the Distance Of Hate link below to view the video. Have a Mad Sic week, Stay Sic!!!!!!!!! Distance Of Hate
What's goin' on The Locals? Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Panoramic aromavision is the future. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.
Welcome to the Madsic People! We would like to welcome you by inviting you to check out our video for Distance Of Hate. Click on the Distance Of Hate link below to view the video.
Have a Mad Sic week,
Stay Sic!!!!!!!!!
Distance Of Hate
BIG RESPECTS!!
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What's goin' on The Locals? Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Panoramic aromavision is the future. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.