
All great artists die with the vision they articulated —constructing ….along with others who notably will die with money in the grave. The analogy of power, status, artistry that leaves the bluegrass beats to be remastered each time a new concept is form. See, this is not where I was heading, the melancholy of mellows as the potato boils on the stove ..sooner or later as of now 11:38 the heat has form sizzling its combustion of bond breaking molecules and I still have not been satisfied with any of it.
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