After a decade of learning the guitar solo from stairway to heaven in reverse, the man with his face in his face finally completes it. Not realising the consequence of his actions, the very forces which hold his atoms together relieve themselves of duty as he begins to melt in his armchair.
With every pluck and strum the fragments of what was once his face repeatedly lap against the skin shower in an agonising cycle as he melds with the music of god, resonating in ten dimensional hyperspace.
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