Imagine that all 206 bones in your body are different instruments in the symphony of you. Trombone bones, piccolo bones. Pianissimo bones, rhapsodic bones. Bones seedscattering kabooming blooms of loud & luscious songlove bones. Or maybe you’ve got good omen bones, enjoy the taste of homecooking bones. Bones glowing like a Van Gogh nightlight. Bones doubling as billyclubs to pummel away those blues bones. Open-road bones, home-sweet-home bones. Dream bones, tree bones. Bones that would never hurl a baby from a bridge, or swindle the elderly out of pension checks. Beatific bones. Beat the drum bones. Rock ‘n roll bones. Like a rolling stone bones. But never, ever feeling like a complete unknown bones.