Every once in awhile, the night becomes magnificent. The sky is on fire. The earth is plummeting into a dark cold ice age. Everything feels perfect. Even life seems to dance in your eyes and on your heart. Pure bliss. This is what I call Chicano Batman. They are the perfect soundtrack to began this beautiful night. I'll be happy in the morning too when they greet my ears once more. Try and not to become mesmerized: Cycles of Existential Rhyme
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