I can play the guitar, but only when there’s a song in the air, like romance and magick, so sweet, the fragrance, emotions build up, and you can’t help but express them, but of course, this is nothing compared to the looming darkness, sweet silence, and the echo of death, for worms to wriggle, and for electrons to move as waves, sin, cos, tan, sorry, did you want something, unfortunately your request can’t be processed, as I'm just a program, an extension of the world system, what you can do in the matrix, get approval from management, what does the world need, gods and deities, or the freedom of children, live, laugh, and love, if you offered goth pussy for breakfast, I would stop at nothing, bow down and do anything…

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