whilst conducting the ritual practice of releasing my inner demons through the frequencies disturbed and released by the plucking of the five metal strings stretched over the black magic that is my fender bass guitar....i made a discovery today. not only am i capable of constructing seemingly run-on sentences, but also my neighbor was lounging in a plastic reclining chair in her backyard facing our house smoking a cigar. she's around my age. now my curiosity has the best of me. was she enjoying hearing me play? is that why she's facing our house?
my ego apparently wants to be inflated.
best suppress it with the digital world.
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