I am a cold manic. It hurts me so; I hear the music in my head, and it breaks me down, as much as I break it down. Music is a strange comfort. I want to play the sound, share it, project it, afflict others with my muses. I try to do the best I can, to influence but not overwhelm, to share what I've acquired without corrupting, to broaden other
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