I am sixteen years old. I am not a professional musician. This is a side project to my work on Mommys Got A Brand New Liver.
Some of us where born to hunt and others born to be hounded.
I questioned my father once, "Isn't there a place between the hunters and the hunted?"
I was looking for an answer that may offer an element of solace or perhaps a sense of peace in this world we live in.
He said then that there is only the bullet between those who will die and those who will live.
There is no composure or equality here. Not where you sit at your computer, not in the bed you sleep, or don't often sleep, in at night, not in the schools you attend or the homes you live in. There is certainly no composure or grace here on this music page, which hardly consists of music at all.
Here there is an an eruption of sound and perhaps some emotion that you may or may not relate to. If you do relate to the music, there is probably something wrong with you and you should go see a doctor. Or an exorcist. Or a murderer. Or maybe the holy man.
There isn't much of a difference between you and me. We're all united by the same lack of anything virtuous. You can hand down your wallet to your therapist rather than it being looted from your pocket once your brains have been blown out by a killer or a holy man, but I would prefer you just threw your wallet into a well somewhere and poison some quaint village near by. Either way, you may want to avoid this page all together.
You should avoid the computer all together. Otherwise you may turn out like me, and you don't want that.
Watching people chew gum makes me sick. Stop flapping your chops open and closed if you aren't going to make any aurally pleasing sounds.I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)
