Kiss Me Out Of Desire, But Not

My Favorite Kind Of Music Is The Stuff That Stops Time. You Put Something On To Sit There And Let An Experience Go Through You. To Look At Yourself Clearly Through A Song. It's True Of All Art, All Mediums, But For Some Reason Music Has A Direct Line Straight Into People.

I Want To Be Ripped Apart By Music. I Want It To Be Something That Feeds And Replenishes, Or That Totally Sucks The Life Out Of You. I Want To Be Dashed Against The Rocks.

If You Do Anything Regularly For A While, Sooner Or Later The Weirdoes Will Show Up.

And Though The Meaning Fits, There's No Relief In This. I Miss My Beautiful Friend.

Love, Anger, Depression, Joy And Dreams. ...and Zeppelin. Totally.