On Music. :: prev :: next :: I am not in the mood to be here. I would rather be somewhere else writing, playing, listening to others play, surrounded by talent. Yes, I think I am on the verge of proving myself to be true. For only someone who is true could have such a love inside as I do, could be inflamed by the very thing. But there is not time for such things to a full time human, like I have become. I cannot write words here any longer, my hand now beats as violently as my heart. Thank you for your time. © 1988 john r. chase
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