This Frankenstein is covered with bandages. I'll screw something up and won't have time to patch it up properly. I'm the enemy, victim and war medic. What follows are the remains.
Whatever, I tell myself. It's just music.
Last thing I remember, I closed my eyes to listen to the level of the
sample underneath the real snare. When my face hit the keyboard, it
was time for bed.
DP
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DP
This message was sent far away from home.
DP
This message was sent far away from home.
DP
This message was sent far away from home.
For too long I have lived in fear of my enemy-- they are about as
powerful as Dwight Schrute.
DP
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