I walk like a guitar being strummed, and I love like cheese being forced through a grater. I like my nachos covered in melted music.
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Le cœur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connaît point. [The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.]— Blaise Pascal, Pensées (1669)
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