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I mute the 2 and the 5, baby. Erry time you want it that way. Schooled in the loving tap of rhythmic ego death.
I am the not-I, the very faceless nameless essence of the Selfless Triangle Player.
No time to wallow in the mire. Touch me with your Haligonian emo funk wand.
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