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My Beloved Darkroom Has an Ambiance of Some Hundreds of Years Ago, When Human Beings Believed in Spirits More Than They Had Believed in Gods
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10:48 |
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Do You Recall the Far-Gone Days of Esoteric Occult Orders Which Secretly Worshiped Obscure Demons at Midnight, in the Hidden Cellars of Nunneries and Synagogues?
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13:38 |
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On These Molten Walls, You May Notice a Ghostly Exhibition of My Wildest Psychological Projections
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10:21 |
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In This Solitary Confinement aka My Ritualized Darkroom, There Is Nothing but an Old Clock, the Premise of Fundamental Sentimentalism & The Promise of Infinite Goodbyes
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14:59 |
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