The heavenly instruments as they say when angels perform saxophones and veneer the most in-divine tunes our ears can muster.
How the generations of nedearthals, how to generations of thy children crawleth the bowels of musical cathartic bow to the in-thing of techno?
“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”
― Ludwig van Beethoven
Mere the way of the lost,
mere the art of the broken,
seek the grace of the perfected,
buy the lamp of enlightenment,
taste what the divine of the heavens gives.
Why strive for the gold of the earth, whilst the buries of the betterment might not endear to you?
Why strive for the gold of the earth, whilst the buries of the betterment might not endear to you?
