In within the cage of human bondage, there exists a superhole of escape : the human Imagination. Artists of variety break away from the clutches of monotony and vanity, sensibly averting to this boon, once in a choice of their time segments. Segments that are glued by a vacuum of mystery at the narrow roads of thought, of the onlooker. There exist the seeds of creation. The stubbles on their faces grew with the lines, the beard with the riffs and beats and the haunting melody and words said by the sinusoids of voice.
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