All I think I ever really cared about was the music. Quality music. Good music. 

some thoughts

Sometimes I wonder what infinite is, And why I ever limited myself. My friends are not friends, I don’t care for them a bit. I want to succeed, I want to prevail, In my way and in my fashion. I fear I am wrong, My conscience eats me, But when will I be free? IContinue reading “some thoughts”

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