After composing my great classical
unfinished posthumous musical masterpiece I realized I had achieved the ultimate aim of any composer, the ultimate
message. Any further attemps would be a crime, so I burnt the piano. (The rights of this song are
for sale. Like say your name is Hilda or something. Well Hilda, you could have your very own version of this masterpiece with
my sensual voice saying "Hilda baby, I wanna be your guinea pig".)
If you click on the photo you might just get redirected to my bilingual website.
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| priceless grand burnt by tone-deaf megalomaniac |
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| piano lessons severley traumatized me when I was a kid. |
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