the eclipse of techno bliss.

The song will never change, the words will never rearrange and they will never stop and turn around into anything of sub conscript nature. They will always be true to the reef and the reef sings its pretty song of a neo eclipse. The sea is a valley and total green and the world, a money making machine.
A money making machine. In the green, aqua light, aqua terms and sublime. Of the aqua termed and aqua lined sea. And not one effort is willing to even be, equal in this simple sea. When everyone is able to be what they may. Wreckage or treasure of a lost society grown in abundance to a new tune of the now and not constrained by then. An underwater clothing store and its romance story of the mall underwater and a city underwater. Begins now.

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