Nov. 08, 2003 @ 4:39 p.m.

My darkest hours are the ones with out music. Music, quite simply, makes everything taste better. How many times do you catch yourself sitting in silence but the voices in your head are joined together in a beautiful harmony of thoughtful singing with fake drums pounding just behind your eyes as the electromagnetic pulses of your brain create the lighting for such a stage? I admit it, I talk and sing to myself all the time. So next time you catch me daydreaming, maybe I’m just dancing on stage in my own bloody mess of meticulous mental music recollection. *symbol smash*