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I ONCE WAS A MAD VIOLIN LINE AFTER LINE SCREAMING IN RED CRIMSON.SKIN FOR STRING KNIFE FOR BOW THRASHING TO AND FRO TO AND FRO.A WHOLE ORCHRESTRS PLAYING IN MY HEAD.SO I HARMONIZED WITH THE SYMPHONY AND PLAYED IN DABS OF RED.FUNNY HOW INSANITY WILL MAKE YOU KILL YOURSELF Just So you don't wind up dead

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