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Hello Ladies.
Look at my horse. Now look at me. Now back to my horse. Now back to me.
Sadly my horse isn't me. But if you give it a lick it'll taste just like raisins.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a plane my horse turns into with a stroke of its mane.
What's in your hand? Back at me. It's my horse's winky, together with two bottles of that sweet, sweet lemonade you love.
Look again. The lemonade is now a trip around the universe and all the other places too.
Anything is possible when the universe pretty much covers everything.
Shut up, woman, I'm on a horse.
My brain is officially a fucked up little place.
Look at my horse. Now look at me. Now back to my horse. Now back to me.
Sadly my horse isn't me. But if you give it a lick it'll taste just like raisins.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a plane my horse turns into with a stroke of its mane.
What's in your hand? Back at me. It's my horse's winky, together with two bottles of that sweet, sweet lemonade you love.
Look again. The lemonade is now a trip around the universe and all the other places too.
Anything is possible when the universe pretty much covers everything.
Shut up, woman, I'm on a horse.
My brain is officially a fucked up little place.
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