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One in the morning, he floated there in the jazz club, happily lost in soft, smooth tones, his consciousness oblivious to cares of the world. He was only aware of one thing - that he was at a peace he wanted to make last forever.
Consciousness of that wish, however, was enough to light the fuse of its demise.
Aware of this, his mind strove to prolong the enjoyment to the last possible second. He thought of New York at night, of beautiful women, island paradises, friends, family, laughter, endless possibility, and finally, the instrumental itself. Two more notes, then... pop!

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    shaun about 3 years ago

    The subconscious runs free. The conscious will trip you up. Nice one...again.

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