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It is not yet August 13 but that putting dates to release timonta albums they do the nasty poperos and terrestrial fucking shit and tröikadedra is not subject to ANYTHING even herself and does what comes out of the fucking nuclear cojones so here's the link free download demo.
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in-training "aberration, emptiness, drive": http://www.troikadedra.com troikadedra appreciates the support and affection received, we want, we are a family united by indestructible metaphysical links 01 - eye tries to pee like crying. (prod: OMW, letter: Mr. Pig) eye tries to pee like crying rage, I'm another strange, once, of Etruria, I implore plurality, amorality, abnormality, I'm the slag whore for the curia that's my victory story hysteria, the truth is amorphous, the pain that is created not destroyed or transformed, timonta my stanza protest madden fashion as sid vice on the crest of the wave, I am buried in the shaded memory of some troikafílico unlucky moron ethyl lying in the street, not for me I explode when spacetime fails, timonta yesterday wilderness with today naked helmet fucking timonta low sheds with sliding hedgehogs, I did not entertained nor attune, demonize, poked with a pole hairpiece, not memorize, this has to be slowly hipermetraje in my space suit should not be, nor should it have to have courage, fuck, fear is magic, my messages not bode crack, I have to migrate a German engine cago, smell cabbage and meo drops, with a gesture timonta to her face delivery Henri Ford (and Helmut Kohl), love and metamorphosis of Ovid, and my ass so do not tell him or give arre but reading timonta Burroughs and rebellion-re- on the farm of Orwell and go look oh well is Lee Harvey Oswald landing in Roswell, hear distant rattling of machine gun Light Infantry are shimmery scarecrow timonta killing humans lightly and making a carnage Francis Bacon would like it, yesterday I dug a bourgeois an ax and a sword, there is a shaman in my head and tell me tell you, you're an asshole or you will have invented later museums without doors without price and on the street, 02 - wheel lift (prod:. Uterus Insectado & OMW; Letter: timonta Mr. Pig & Black Jack) my green sperm smells reo puddle, your hatred gives me a boat, my cracks gurgle, I must come and see me, I'm in work, bitch shit, do not come near me, in the palm my sidewalk emerges a palm tree, I can see it, but the sea appears, frosting the beam, scraps timonta of torture, white stabs in the dark matter, human gloves timonta working on roads, a very kid I observed penetrating, I write at the wheel he will never know that part of this wheel song, hate to death the keys, but I, I can not give lessons to anyone nor do I pretend, pro-fessor goodbye, timonta I have scabs after my brain three meters thick, I poked one hostión timonta in the face of a clock, snorted smog, hydraulic jacks against these sanctimonious, I do not think me the value of thrombus-cid the campeador, I get to dance and out to dance to a mountain, more hairy and sheer blind, we go away, we deplete me blogs, petrified music of Pythagoras, 03 - quijoteras (prod:. TonyTröika; Letter: Tempo; .. voices peasant) 04 - even though he had a fungus that speak to me (prod: OMW) 05 - Schopenhauer still alive ... (prod: OMW, letter: Mr. Pig) the other day I was quietly listening to Chopin and Fight the power thinking about the similarities between Wolverine and Schopenhauer and ended up going to a bar, pressure measurement, 2 for depression, get me something strong, I told the bartender and almost cut my speech because he was in front of me with Schopenhauer himself pin gray hair, he smiled and said: This fucking life is an invitation to suicide, tries to break free with art, I appreciated his words, Visit and sat down, I feel better than in the abyss, I thought, all that I side were kissing with tongue Locke and Descartes, Locke played René bob and this whispering you are an enlightened unparalleled, and the bottom was just punching Nietzsche on the table, on the other hand, Thomas Hobbes sucked portraits of kings stiff tongue, Baruch Spinoza in the bar a shot of whiskey was drunk and said he felt like God because whiskey was God and he was also the god and told him I shit on God and he said my bowel was also God, I gave a hug and took off, I went to talk to Kant, I said your autonomy of art has done much harm, motherfucker, he smiled at me and he said he could not know everything, we had to give up, I went to Street took the noumenon by the throat and did trag