There are no pictures this moment %%%%.

Orange Pop.

There are no cadences. I-II-IV-V, or I,dimVII, III, V,suspIV…

OR even the V of the V for the flat seventh degree.

P***y and C**k

Bach banged his cousin twice over. Jesu Joy. I think the crucifixus B Minor sums it up.

Children galore Johann, like a cavalcade of c*m. That bastard laughs at us as we bind, then pass stricture to stricture. On a rock is eternity.

I still want to bury my face in the s****h trying to go back home.

Am I a pornographer or a freedom fighter?

Animals all indeed! Let’s go down to ocean mother and swim in her depths.