I don't, I can't. It's the very essence of shitty. Imagine yourself, highly respected obscure resonator persona. Now dump out all the interesting of that, and join the ranks of the whores and the attention desperate. Who knows, maybe its like that not-as-good return to form thing everyone seems to be pulling off these days. Who is to say?
Being thrown into the fields of wet and muddy banks, the pure source of what isn't clear. Is it such a thing to be grateful for but at the same moment still be unsure as to why? It won't be known. It doesn't have to be.
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