I feel music in my body.
I feel it in my skin.
It digs into my bone.
It screams or sooths.
I dance or cry.
I hear the beat.
Can you dance to my beat?

Writtin on some odd day before sept. of 2002

I agree young spirited one. If only i could be like that in school i would be the coolest tripper... well anyway i feel like babbling... i hope iraq killes GWB and he dies. I am going to go to canada if a war starts cus i dont want to dies cus of that wanker GWB... i mean we are like in the most probable attack spot for nuclear attacks. i hope if there is a war that we I am not involved. Back to babble, i want to go to NYC again for new years.. even though it was living hell i felt the need to go back and enjoy the fun of being in a upscale hotel for once. I think i might just have go sking or something.. i want to have a rave though rave all night long and feel the power of the rave i need to get outside more and rave where is there a spot to rave... i have glow sticks music but no rave where are the raves i need the raves, the social interaction is what i need to keep alive is to rave to find a deeper me in the new me in myself along side the beautiful music in the blaring lights and swinging glow sticks i need the rave!