You close your eyes and let it happen. You fall over backwards, twisting and turning, passing through waves of ecstasy as you ascend into a world that's only yours. Your body is more of a memory, until you hear the doorbell and you're violently sucked back into the meat. It's the postman, delivering your copy of Euromantic006
pos | title |
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A1 | Back Into The Meat |
A2 | The Drama Of Transmutation |
B1 | Triad |
B2 | Non-Anthemic |