The face is our center of gravity, the blown-glass core of the universe. If one facet of the face is wrong the whole solar system is tossed out of balance, sending planets and asteroids hurtling through the inky void. Imagine a mouth without lips, or an eye without lashes. It only takes one skewed eyebrow to doom everything we cherish to the black hole.
Sometimes music isn't about sounding good. There's music with resonant harmonies and curling melodies and rhythms that ebb and flow like the tide, and there's music with pain. Not poetic pain like a single tear running down a lover's cheek, but blind pain, boiling pain, pleasurable pain, ripping pain, pinching pain, stinging pain. Music like what happens when you make white-knuckled fists and open your mouth and close your eyes.
So if you've already stuck a safety pin through your cheek, stick another one in. Gouge out your eyes, break off your teeth, cut out your septum, rip off your ears. Then sink your fingers into the soil and hold on for your life.
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