well, Ian dave and I were talking about trance music,
and got on some diatribe about music theory detritus, eg: Tremolos. Regardless, Dave asked me a simple question: "do you still have my songs?" DO I.

In a folded up parchment scroll, with his wax watermark: a crimson daggar, he left me a message: "Meet me in the cave tonight, i'll give you all the tracks there." I gathered up my courage, and pondered,

"What time of night should I show up? Is he really gonna just wait around for eight-nine hours? Its also, after the solstice and before the equinox...did i get them backwards, i meant winter. EG: its alot darker. lousey farmers."

I got there at around Tenish. He wasnt there. I was pissed.
I began kicking dirt around, yelling obsenities that reverberated between the caves walls. Then i found a piece of velvet folded many times upon itself, and in it, a circular indentation. I unfolded the velvet to discover a compact disc, and on it, scribed in felt marker Suck.exe. I warmly put the cd in my knapsack and left through the cave's maw.

The next day, my trembling hands placed the CD into the drive, and my eyes viewed the contents. And my ears heard the contents. Carefully, I archived these artifacts, contained on the compact vehicle, on Katyusha.

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