Yeah, this ones musically. Pretend there's some Duke Ellington in the background jazzing up the scene, melancholy. Then a man steps up to the microphone and blows on his harp. And everybody got up on their feet and applauded. He wasn't born in this parallel. And harp never killed a soul.
So anyhow, this man, harpist dipped his custom made harps (give me my usual 15-20%) of oak and other choice woods made and dipped in flavors akin their musical notation. I, he played them mother fuckers like he invented them. And I did! Hear the shit was so deep from the gitgo via the deceiving bastards workin your asses to a crescendo fucked up even a serious musical awakening to aline harmonically, with the uniburst.
So, many of the harps were aged in all flavors of beer, blends, candy, fruits, whiskey and even mashed potatoes, know shit,
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