This is an accidental accordion, run sideways and mutilated until all that's left is some outdated version of a hobo dressed in a tuxedo he stole from the prom queen's second date (the first one was late). Or maybe I'm making that up and this is really some philanthropic farmer boy with an underground joy in destroying the peace and quiet of towns. Frozen gowns dipped in sapphire paint to cover up the taint of the oil that made them all black to begin with.
Basically, it's not a muse if it's not amusing on some level - to hell with inspiration, this is desperation talking through the fingers who only know one flavor. (And for the record, savior doesn't come in lemon-lime.)
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