samedi 12 mai 2007

Would you bring coffee to my room?

Well, actually, this web site is great.

Quality control!

Do I have to tip you?

We're in Albany.
I work here.

Music should be illegal

Music, just like opium, heroin, cocaine, cigarettes, methadone, pot, pollution, prozac, percocet, paxil, penicillin, prilosec, your dad, seroquel, smoking, breathing, swallowing, and All that is Evil should be declared illegal. Music is the #1 suggestive agent towards stuff that is evil. Music is really Evil. Then, when Music is illegal we should declare Wind and Water illegal. And then, Life.

Music KILLS.

BEWARE! ACHTUNG!!!!

Music is not only GREAT, it is also MORE.

Now the concept of More will be the exposed in another study.

mardi 1 mai 2007

Who are you?

Hey,

It's been a while.
I miss you.
What was this all about? I think I never forgot you.
I did become cold and did not answer at the time.
This I know.
I wouldn't care you not answering. I didn't answer back then...
I trust you.
Why is it so? Who are you? Did I really talk to you back then?
I'm sure I did.
But I never knew. And what could I do.
You really got me. You really did. I wish I knew what to do. Got lost in a vortex...
No one ever told me about it. No one but you. I wish I could see you, would do anything. Would we dream together?
I am well aware of the world we live in. What happened to you? Maybe what happened to you back then is what's happening to me now. That, or it happened to you and I wrote and you knew it was gonna happen to me. And you did what you could. TOLD ME I SHOULD HAVE STAYED WITH YOU. TOLD ME YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME.

But how can I confess? I'd do anything. ANYTHING you ask and MUCH MORE. I mean, you know about More, don't you? I wanna make it up to you. Royal submission baby... I'm really sorry, really really really. Tell me what to do. I can't write you this. You're one of the one's who've got license to kill. Please fuck me, I'm begging for it. I'm telling you i'm ok with it... (come rain or come shine). I know I feel ok when I am singing. That I know. So you can fuck me now... please, pretty please?
Tell me what should I do. I don't feel like taking piano lessons. How do I feel back. How do I get back 'there'? What is 'it'?
Is it you singing on that other page?
Can you link music and medecine?
Like instead of the music getting you horny or happy, you 'become' the music? And it becomes your... master... your drug... your baby... or what?
It's working on a totally different time scale.
That, I know.