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| Norse funeral hangover |
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| his & her's |
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| writings on't wall |
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| cars in't bush |
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| overkill |
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| portrait of the artist in stolen kekks |
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| bless their little pointed heads |
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| When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go, and you've just had some kind of mushroom,and your mind is moving low |
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| the start of summit |
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| Nothing is Real Builders Co. strike again. |
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| Dr. Marigold, I presume |
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| urban hoopla |
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| homeopathic entrees |
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| EGS breaking down walls in the Temple. |
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| Siege breaking myndz |
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| Zombie with both the wallies... the oad man version... |
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| and the new buck version. |
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| in league with Seitan |
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the narrow road to the deep north |
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| to meet this brusier |
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| loadin' the ponies |
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| important explorations as to the nature of smoke in the wilderness |
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| first glimpse of Finnart Oil Refinery across Loch Long |
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| thar she blows |
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| the Nordic Moon ablaze |
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| gimme shelter |
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| Mark & Len |
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| Juno |
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| variations on a theme |
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| the Nordic Moon rises as the oil sinks |
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| the Vegetable Liberation Front (VLF) |
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| sacred preparations for holy communions |
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| bare necessities |
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| the yanks built Finnart post WWII apparently |
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| drugging and riding |
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| the exact moment the shrooms kicked in |
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| x-ray vision |
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| the Nordic Moon from pon high |
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| boiling brain-curd |
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| black metal record covers, 2 for a quid |
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| photographic evidence of someone's (mine?) brain exploding |
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| night moves |
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| park it in't river |
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| total brink of boiled morning |
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| survival never tasted (nor looked) SOOOO GOOOOOOOD |
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| the Nordic Moon departed |
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axes: bold as love |
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| total eat-shit territory |
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