The ash, cinder, and of course John Tavever. Setting things on fire, and enjoying the finest in twentieth century choral music.. A clever, and yet terrible combination. Though the robe is quite comfortable. Thank you ever so kindly Courtnay. The slippers fit well. Thank you Tony. ::Laughs:: Thanking Tony.. Who would have ever thought? By now I'm sure that all of you few who read my journal are quite confused. I'm okay with that really.. To be honest if you have any questions ask. I will happily oblige, to provide you with the anwsers. Such a long entry.. I wonder if I'm trying to compensate for something? There again with the questions.. You ask them I anwser. Then again I think we all know the deal right? Until I write again. Enjoy your days filled with happiness, and all the other wonderful stuff I should be writing about here. 
PS. I'm a composer. We all adore stomping on suckers, and thats not a metaphor.
PS. I'm a composer. We all adore stomping on suckers, and thats not a metaphor.
lovedune:
This whole time, and to think I could have a much more clever and engaging name. Ahh the joys of doing things while half asleep. Fare well of ye creativity. Ring in a new era of mindless tired babbling. 
