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+[ar:Northwich committee of magic researches]
+[ti:Tunnels]
+[al:Shirakaba Express Service]
+
+[00:23.82]The long dark road spanning within the mountains
+[00:26.92]is plagued by tunnels
+[00:28.72]and an illusion induced by mechanical and neural fatigue
+[00:31.76]that the night sky is but an arch over
+[00:33.55]the long dark road spanning within the mountains.
+[00:35.99]
+[03:54.89]月も星も、見えぬ。
+[03:58.77]
+[04:02.18]靄は眩む。
+[04:04.17]
+[04:07.10]集中すればするほど、
+[04:15.12]輪郭が、溶けていく。
+[04:18.16]
+[06:09.15]The long dark road spanning within the mountains
+[06:11.71]is plagued by tunnels
+[06:13.34]and an illusion induced by mechanical and neural fatigue
+[06:16.27]that the night sky is but an arch over
+[06:18.43]the long dark road spanning within the mountains.
+[06:20.90]

ses/tunnels.md

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 and an illusion induced by mechanical and neural fatigue  
 that the night sky is but an arch over  
 the long dark road spanning within the mountains.  
+
+*Interlude*  
+月も星も、見えぬ。  
+靄は眩む。
+
+集中すればするほど、  
+輪郭が、溶けていく。  

wip/wank.md

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+# it's not ideal to wank in public spaces, unless publicly
+
+## outline
+This song is about why it's probably not ideal to wank in public spaces and why it's probably even a bad idea. Or not.  
+To be less cryptic, I want to try to tackle the glorious problem of how much one should be open about his own unpopular opinion (not as your usual conversation padding) in front of other human beings.  
+My take is that first you ignore other human beings as much as you can. Then voila.  
+
+If I write a song elaborating grand moral doctrines and assertions, it won't be a song no more. It'll be a boring, boring propaganda which will still appeal to those I don't intend on appealing to.  
+So instead of getting the big words out one by one I want to go extremely low on the ground. Half buried in it even.  
+
+## construction area
+
+browsing through the favourite porn site is your  
+profession, passion, devotion, and chore  
+to reach that perfectly balanced, legally dubious  
+30 seconds of physiological and psychedelic  
+outburst.  
+
+the exhausted materials are not exactly  
+below par once applied and  
+you deeply know that too.  
+still the expedition for more kicks off  
+at the there or thereabouts of the clock  
+most if not all of the days.  
+
+it's the blind faith in encountering  
+something different and in the top bin  
+even when a thousand out of ten times  
+the results are but repetitions and impersonations  
+to an effigy of nonsense that won't even  
+glance the softest of woodworks