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..that covereth. Forgive me for the soon-to-be-following and exeedingly foul words. They are however a perfect fit for whom, and to whom alone, they do apply. Not an excuse for spewing like Cpt. Haddock...but still here goes: To him. The king troll. The anointed Cherub that covereth. Satan. Along with his tag Lucifer and all other funnynames he has, to him I say this: Smoke your own cock like a fat Cuban cigar. Then fuck off to hell. Oh noeeesss...I'm ok really ;D No, Really. But then not, yet still I am :P I get ruffed for this. He can still piss off. Can't help it...not with this for some reason. Not interested in doing so either for re

Well? What do you know, then? And how much? ...does it all amount to? If no love is found somewhere, whatever it be then or now or maybe you will some day. Or the size by which you did, or do, or will come to. Whether sudden, a moment, perhaps even long stretched. Eternal? Then you have nothing, nor did you ever. Nor would you. No, not an entire miniscule thing. But it's in the heart of all.

If your mind churns and spins, full of thoughts you can't handle or control. Put a lid on? This is some hasty fingerwork music of the odd and fascinating kind. It's virtuously done to the point of insane. Spirit of this composed work is like soundbugs of thoughts keeping on going. Myriad by true definition? It's pretty strange to say the least and captivating likewise. If you can appreciate this kind of music it's definitely worth a listen. There's something "The Doors" about it. Trippy and dizzying. Song is called FANDAGO: http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=c8UrnLsPKVY Composed by some spanish dude from the times of baroque. Enjoy?!!