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My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
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17611
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Luis was wearing skinny jeans with a red zip up hoodie that had a patch safety pinned to the back. The patch said “THIS IS HELL” in all capital letters.
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9821110
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My emulations always fail. At heart,/
I don’t want bougainvillea nor blushing pilgrims
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95300
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TromboneA trombone blusters his waythrough the bright restaurant,demanding to see the chef.He's furious;the prawns have given himsplitnotes.ViolinsFour violins wait for a bus in the rain.The pervading atmosphere of melancholymakes their plaintive scrapings redundant.AxeThe…
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127700
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On stage, students from the junior college join children from the community to speak and sing in American-French accents. They are timid, heart-broken, in love, rebellious, faithful, resigned to their fates—and all in the matter of a few short hours.
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138854
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1I don't like it when they leave the heads on.I mean it's not nice, is it.The idyllic order of the abattoir.Mary is on stunning and bleeding.She prefers evisceration.Still, the work's ok and it's her day off tomorrow.Deft hands perform their daily ballet.Mary had a…
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831110
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Nothing feels more like summer than a watermelon war.
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5857
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The worlds whirl and shatter,/
spin, collide, and collapse without intent.
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12881312
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screw everything, youth is plinko
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600
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a nightmare where I find out they're disowning me
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100
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my body forgets its own music
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300
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For the past eight years, I’ve been the drummer of the band Post Nasal Drip until this morning when Duane, the lead singer, called to tell me I had been replaced by a drum machine
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3011
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Hooter Suit
Trailer Trash
Scarlet Harlot
Cheating Bitches
Abyss
Little Bit
Closet Poets
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14997
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Days like this I operate this city
on muscle memory.
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