wytch pycknyck

feel my head erupting and showers of psychedelic flowers are tripping out whilst simultaneously finding myself, much like a beatnik Mr Ben transformed into a loon wearing hippy chic treading upon the mother of all beards that’s instantaneously sprouted the minute the first wah wah’d, guaranteed to make you all feel as though you’ve been drop kicked in to an acid fried pre decimalised 1970 without the apps or a Sat Nav get you back to normality, enjoy the moment. This is Wytch Pychnyck with an ultra–limited lathe lovely, they clearly do mushrooms of the magic kind and are dudes or is that druids.

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