one evening... heavy under the influence of drugs... i sprawled across my bed and a chior of thousands came to me from all sides... it sang pieces of beethovens ninth symphony... but the melody was not composed of notes... it was instead warmth, glowing warmth... different pitches of this energy traveled up along my spine... and i was struck dumb
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can you hear that? its the sound of a completely silent house... the stupid clicky-clack of my fingers tapping on the keyboard is the ooonly sound in this excessively large house
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so its about two days until we go re-record the splendid masterpiece known as nouveau... we are heading to watchmen studios in lockport, ny (it dies today, the avram, freya, im sure theres more but im not hip with the scene
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i have a girlfriend named amanda... she is way too beautiful... she is so beautiful that her eyes sparkle... ive never known someones eyes to sparkle before...