Pufferfish stories

I have gotten to the point in life where I've started to question myself a lot — the way my mojo works, the things in life that take away my time, the short jazzy tune that makes you feel like you're at the small end of a funnel, the breeze of a young girl's beauty and smell that entices you to pause your thought process just so you can suck in the momentum her passing leaves etched in your memory, the atomic idea of standing up and daring your life for that one thing that would make you happy even though it's beyond your age and realm's boundaries, the primordial soup and existence of God, the tough nuts you appeal your work to, the common person you socialize with and the sole chance of things being what they could've been and not what they've been. All of these were instigated by a musical event.
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