Finally a cool breeze is here, I've been needing it and also the rain that it it brought by. I can't really describe how great this weather has become, all of a sudden it's just falling down to soft music featuring the beautiful voice of Luciano Pavarotti and two or three moods and scenes or scenes have just been thrown together at the last possible moment to tell me that there's something to this Saturday the eighth of September of the year two thousand seven and as dramatic as this is I can sense a slow beat in the air. The rain is musical, chords and notes and rhythms, I've got my fans on, blasting the cold air into my face with a tint of the moisture that's been in the works for God knows how long now.
I could feel great like this all the time and I'd still want questions answered. I'm out of Life, and the kid on the front of the box still has the nerve to smile. The front of the box never runs out of life.
I could feel great like this all the time and I'd still want questions answered. I'm out of Life, and the kid on the front of the box still has the nerve to smile. The front of the box never runs out of life.
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