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Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid sideways in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly screaming "WoooHoooo! What a Ride!
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid sideways in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly screaming "WoooHoooo! What a Ride!
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid sideways in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly screaming "WoooHoooo! What a Ride!
Colors made sounds in his mind. And he learned to play those sounds on his instrument. Green, with its infinite variations, was his most subtle harmony. The Listeners came, took him from his home to a house in a deep Deciduous Forest and listened as his music was played through perfect speakers on the roof of his house.
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