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"...if any man today possesses the gift, who knows where to sacrifice an harmonious line in order to defect the rythm and murmur of the blood, who takes the light that has been refracted inside him and lets it flood the keyboard of colour."
-Henry Miller Tropic of Cancer
Waiting for God, oh it could be a very long time, in the meanwhile I'll take what I can from the flood of heroes and villains that pour through my court that is the palace of mind, bringing a small glimmer of light but no peace in the racket of cacophonic thought echoing down these dark corridors.
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