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Dig it. We got no Ferlingetti, we got no Kerouac. But we got ole' Doc Flowers riffin' from the Virginia outback.

hey, if that's actually a prison farm work area, that's pretty good. Certainly alot nicer than the usual cement-and-metal-bed look.

Anything on psychic seismography also sounds pretty crazy.... in a good way...

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