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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo
    • Oct 5, 2013
    • 1 min read

Juxtaposition


After an insanely busy but musically fulfilling week, here I am with a few hours to kill, and I'm sitting on the couch browsing funny cat pictures while listening to Beethoven's Op. 127 string quartet, and I am crying quiet, unassuming tears because everything is just so beautiful and what is wrong with me, I am literally staring at a cat brandishing a cardboard sword and tears are streaming down my face, I feel like a bona fide institutionalized crazy person so I think that means it's time for a drink and a nap.

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