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James Brown

I cannot say I learned to dance, although at times I was inspired; and with each wrong note, took a chance that in his band, I might get fired. Precision: like a jeweler’s saw he cut through space and time … Continue reading

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Plastic Pocket Harmolodics

Run down changeling boots the funk; improve the shunned extractionary. Stove, in traction, rips rough ready pockets, not for inner sanctums. Cherry cola coughs surrender: queasy Compton did the mother, freaking heat in slumber tumble, x-ray eyelids slipped the winking. … Continue reading

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