Music of the soul

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Guitars on fire live in a tree. guitars underwater live in fish tanks. guitar lives with fish has a fish stank. guitar stank like fish... I wish.

Pass the dish. the dish is passed, it'll be your last. I'll have pizza and corn on the cob. Cob or cab, I don't understand. Make funny noises with imitation hands.

You will not want to smell my hands, for I have placed them in the eternal sands. Eternal sunshine requires a strong affinity for light. But eternal fear only requires eternal life. Ethe rial guitar lands back in the tree... But ethereal guitars rides waves of chi.





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