What I wrote at open mic tonight

[godsofmen]

The lights reach their characteristic dimness and the guitar rises to a crashing crescendo. A portal opens and for a few minutes of our dismal day we're transported to somewhere else. Somewhere behind the real world, where we're carried by chord progressions and the music is our guide. Rhythm supercedes emotion and we at least glimpse a true

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[tinfoil_star]

I like it. I like your voice. It'd make a fantastic final paragraph for a novel.