"well beyond the very human wish for an easy life, i wish for an honest life"

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... they use my head to avoid slips... my sternum to perfect their upper cut




Friday, November 12, 2010

I don't feel so much like the red violin - found and revered


as much a I do this instrument for the past SEVEN YEARS of tortuous PLAYING by the RUFFIANS who fallowed the Tsar and threw me in a trash-heap of others like me and lit me a-fire to watch the burn
pattern
which continues to this day; in a cheesy sort of way

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