Would you trade half your life away if you could make eternal art but die early?
The man sits down awkwardly at the piano. The keys are polished so well that the reflection underlights his hands just as his fingers spread to make the first chord. His hands, feet, groin, chest, arms, and legs are punctured by hundreds of needle points where he has injecte…
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