EOTO.

Like a perpetually burgeoning wind as the fallout from hitherto genius. An electric hurricane; it penetrates into one's being -- something wholeheartedly positive but at the same time ferociouisly contageous. It's the quentessintial hedonism of tunes. It's an onslaught of sheer fusion; Dionysian potential espoused as near-immaculate improvisations.
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