Idiosyncrasies rattle and hum instigated by McAdam drum solos, breeding mechanical paranoia as nonexistent malfunction. Every nuance booms like surf in caves wearing away at brittle composure. Instrumentation silently conspires as the wind exhorts pressure and voices thinly veiled threats. Ignorance has been usurped by the hushed malfunction of umbilical in-car-entertainment. |
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