Last night I dreamt that a large group of people and I were being hunted. One by one we were being killed and only I knew how to stop it. I kept screaming "You have to create! It's the only good humans do." Creating will save us, huh? I might not be consciously worried about my current lack of musical endeavourers, but hoo boy my sub-conscious pissed off. For some reason I find this deeply funny.
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