Let me tell you about Hell, my friends.
Hell is not a lake of fire. It is not ceaseless torture. No, Hell is a place where everyone is a musician, and everyone is good, and everyone is supportive of eachother. Everyone is always writing new songs and performing them for eachother, and everyone is dabbling in new genres and techniques, and everyone loves it.
But every song, despite how it starts, EVERY song turns into Hotel California, with that obnoxious, top-of-the-range, “welcome to the ‘otell Caaaaalifornia!”
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