Years ago, a magician made the wonderful acquaintance of a rather peculiar dentist. They became deeply immersed in a discussion regarding an era of music, of which they both had a spectacular passion for. Deciding to embrace this, one way or another, they composed a series of melodies & tunes, & ventured out in search of something that would transform these ideas into songs.
A young, strapping lad, who'd been wandering through the countryside for several years, subsequent to a rather narrow escape from the circus, found the obscure duo lost in a forest. Timidly, the soft-spoken young man offered to guide them clear of the thicket, provided they would allow him to join their band. They concurred resoundingly.
Now what should be known to all, is that THIS circus was not of any ordinary nature. Amidst the clowns, contortionists, swallowers of swords & polygamists, this chap had acquired the ability to beat the drums with a vigor; contagiously exhilarating.
As the three practiced in a park nearby, on nothing more than the old cardboard instruments of five other boater-wearing lads, a boy; fond of accounting, corporate finance & the like, sat reclined in a swing, rather sadly. Intrigued by their strange music, the boy approached the band solemnly still, listening intently. Inquiring what was of the matter, they found that all the strings of his ruby red guitar had been broken. So the three crafted the finest strings from the dentist's hair. In the wake of the boy's delight, he tuned his strings as quickly as he could to the sound of a nearby lark, & frenetically filled what now seemed to the three like a vast expanse with his angular playing.
Being the only of the quartet that could coherently string a sentence together, the magician conversed with a poet, that they'd encountered, who'd lost his Muse. The magician invited the poet to listen to their songs of love & hate, adamant that it would help him regain his inspiration. As the poet listened, he began to sweat profusely. Time seemed to pass slowly.his beard grew, quickly.orgasmic disco bass grooves.a haunting jangle.
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