It started with the music. Driving, gritty bass rhythm, keening guitar’s wail, time signature intrigue, emotion-ripped vocals… …ear candy for a budding musician.
Then it was the story. A revolutionary, calling out the status quo, unwilling to compromise purpose, a misunderstood martyr, friends torn by fear and consequences… …capturing all that is tragic in humanity.
Then it became a ritual. More personal with every listen, every year of experience suffered, every book, chapter and verse of the...
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the crooning hymnal trance.. of this conspicuously whitening arabesque nocturne jasmines
of unblinky beady eyes.. project out as an unparalleled transplanted magic, outta the dark viscous whirring terylene mire... lit just lit by one Pournami bloom of a mangoing molten smudgy- widen, an infectious fullmoon's unianimous broadcast
via the stillness ancient mediating airs filling with our whelming hot smokiness breaths ...of our incensing ev aromatic romanticisms.. impinge the wholly...