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To the Tuba GirlTo the Tuba GirlTo the Tuba Girl
Even during your 48-measure rest, You were noticed.
From the balcony I watched you foot tap and page turn,
the fingers that counted to ten again and again…
and your stern, untiring gaze at the short-armed conductor, with his tight black tuxedo and fashionable red socks.
Then you fingered the note twelve measures ahead, to make sure of your soon passing, orchestral debut.
And closing your eyes, you inhaled two pints of air, all that that your tenth- grade body could contain. &nbs
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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