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	<title>Comments on: Ayahuasca, You May Have This</title>
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		<title>By: Winston "Dub" Riley</title>
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		<description>from the stack of libary brooks, one talks about strings. dimensions, it says have grown past three to twenty five and now seem to settle on nine plus one. whateverthatmeans. we&#039;ve known, haven&#039;t we that dee men shuns are playgrounds for the parts of us we get to spy sometimes in our dreams. and where all the weird shit we know comes from, including our connection to each other at some rock-paper-scissors level.
read the thing about your fears. don&#039;t know if you&#039;re in me or i&#039;m in you but it hurts that we don&#039;t get to have coffee more often.
cheers little sister. love you</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>from the stack of libary brooks, one talks about strings. dimensions, it says have grown past three to twenty five and now seem to settle on nine plus one. whateverthatmeans. we&#8217;ve known, haven&#8217;t we that dee men shuns are playgrounds for the parts of us we get to spy sometimes in our dreams. and where all the weird shit we know comes from, including our connection to each other at some rock-paper-scissors level.<br />
read the thing about your fears. don&#8217;t know if you&#8217;re in me or i&#8217;m in you but it hurts that we don&#8217;t get to have coffee more often.<br />
cheers little sister. love you</p>
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