Preachers have more plagiarized content than singers.
The old man I met on the sidewalk told me one of the Beach Boys locked himself in a basement and created his own fraction of notes, his own harmonies.
I create a thought to push my voice from my gut out my mouth into the air.
Now wiggling vibrations mingle with oxygen molecules and the place in space is rearranged.
I created traction.
This is it.
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