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Yes. It is a good piece, I guess. I don't know if I could make another piece with piano like it again.
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I made a list.
"Jiggawhosit?"
"I dunno, babe, but I can show you how to jigga my watt, know what I'm sayin'."
"Who cares."
"Go ask your father."
"I don't know, but I imagine it's similar to a particalameter."
"Marty, there is something I need to tell you!" -
Oh man... uh...
My tortured artistic soul. The angst is almost palpable.
World of Warcraft music team for my orchestral stuff; Insomnium, Kamelot, and Summoning also kinda chip in. And for some reason dance lately. That's more than one thing I guess. But that's just my blackened soul seeking attention and understanding from a world that doesn't care. Because I am tortured. And an artist. -
I feed off the mana of the land, powering my creative energies through magyckal engines spliced to my back.
In other words, I don't know. I don't think about food much. Maybe some lemonade. Yeah, lemonade is good. -
OH I HAVE VERY GOOD AIM. Watch as this javelin goes through your central processor.
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THAT'S NOT MY NAME, JESUS CHRIST WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, HUH, WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, YOU DON'T KNOW THAT'S WHAT I THINK. I feel so betrayed. You got my hopes up.
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The internet, I'd say. Observe how other people pull off their humor, find nuances that sell the jokes, etc. All about finding the best way to phrase things and timing I guess.
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The gift of love.
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I already have a hot bod offset by a chilling disposition.
Ladies.
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