Vex;
the ventilation of heat waves.
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sometimes i wish that my instruments could come alive.
they'd become my very personal friends.
i would talk to them about my day, and they would tell me how theirs was.
when i feel happy or sad, we would sing whatever songs we wanted depending on the mood.
when i feel angry, i will vent my anger on them by playing songs that would help me release my anger.
and they would not receive the frustration because they will never be angry at me.
they will be understanding, and always ready to lend a ear.
together we would make music, the most sincere music we could ever hear in the whole wide world.
because the music would be inspired, on-the-spot created beauty.
to us, the songs we sing would be the most melodic thing in the universe, even better than what the 'pros' may come up with.
and definitely better than what some people may try to copy.
and we wont even have to discuss about what we would play, because the telepathic bond between us would already know that whatever one of us plays, the other will join in, on the dot.
we would be closer than brothers, than father and son. we'd be practically soul mates,
bond by emotional melodies and soulful symphonies.
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There's a fracture in a corner bar In the back seat of a parked car By the liquor store where the streetlights Keep you company till the next night In the same town there's the same scar In the same glow of the liquor store By the freeway where the headlights Keep you company till the next night -- Oh! Gravity