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A sonic recreation of the apocalypse, complete and total bedlam.
What's the point of these things? No one's going to care.
Just the troubled little songs of a boy, or young man as it unfortunately were, who tends to not think before he speaks or types for that matter. A student (the term scholar just isn't used in this day and age anymore) by trade and hermit by nature, venturing forth in search of creating his own eccentric sound amongst the insanity that we know as modern life.
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