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The migraine/heartbeat polyrhythm goes feral

this sentence goes harder than it needs to

in a way. you are made of unbeatable

"A sweet and lonely beating of the heart", you might say.

my drummer heart when it hears a joke badum badum badum badum badum psshhh

i hope you are healed or else you may die and go to rhythm heaven

you need a... what?

I want to keep all the rhythm inside me, like blood.

that's why it's called a heart beat

actually I'm made of quythm. That's how quaver works

Jam your fingers and wiggle the keys