
Through a hole I could see with utter clarity and focus the skeins of heavy hawser that would arrive unbidden and unravel, starkly backlit, on the backs of my eyelids, and grow and pulsate in messy and ravenous abandon until the entirety of my vision's field was filled and I awoke shuddering.
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Beautiful James. I don't even know what I could add to your music. You already have two voices, your own and your guitar's. I will help you any way I can, shooting bebe pellets at you while you play to bring out your passionate side. Just remember, teamwork makes the dreamwork.
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