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A man had an opportunity. An ability to write songs, play instruments, record. Worked with lots of nice musicians. Then he fell. He sunk into the swamp of his pride. He thought he knew everything and chased everyone away. He became a lonely angry beast. His songwriting became lame. And he started lying and it became an addiction. Day in day out, year in year out he lied and claimed to have a band, while shamelessly and publicly seeking one in full view of the world. And now the great ruin of his infantile life evinces itself in the form of anger and vulgarity. There he walks in great ruin.
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