I used to have dreams like b o d y l i n e’s MOTION PICTURE. They’d always be subtle, and never ending. It’s always like they picked up from where they left off. And everything is foggy. Sometimes HD, sometimes all bight white light. A stranger. Pretty much always a stranger. But familiar. Not like you can smell this dream stranger, but it’s there. In your dream. The sent. Everything you can’t feel. All senses aligned. Paradise in b o d y l i n e’s MOTION PICTURE. Bring me back to them Naughty Night Records. Taped up:
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