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ORROR GRINDCORE BRASIL 2012 

Hey Kill Bomb Records, I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Panoramic aromavision is the future. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation.

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You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. I keep searching for you between the cushions. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight.

Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation.

GRIMLAIR

"Self - Inflicted State"



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What's up Kill Bomb Records? Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts.

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