sometimes when i come home really...i like to play my music and pretend i'm someone else listening to it. how does it really feel. and sometimes it is amazing. it is like masturbation. and i can love it and keep a secret. i dance to music i make. it's like stroking my cock, but on so many plains. if you could make this thing called music with me, you and i will finally speak, and unite and decide the frequency that lifts us to a place of unconsciousness. we can do this together. i love the way you build on my bass. you spoke to me with melody and verse. this is the alien lanuguage of vibration and math. i always knew you'd come.

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