To tap into the wild side, to feel the raw agonizing screech through the air, to hit the six strings of the guitar until your fingers bleed, your eardrums burst into a slim, silvery flat sound and black motes fill your eyes. And you cling to an invisible wall of sound and you still feel like shit. But you just don't care.
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