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Yes. The only reason you like symphony, is because you can afford to. Know one else you know understands symphony. You see ass hole, you can afford to like what you don't have to explain. You can't like jazz, because you don't know anything about it and other people do. But you can like rock and roll, because the songs have become a part of your memory, and everybody elses. That leaves nothing to explain. Yeah Dandy, but I like the feeling in the rock and roll music. FFeeling is in the memory, and so are the stars. Once we were beyond, before we thought about it. But who gives a shit about that. Sentamentality dosen't exist in touching. When your hart on rises, it rises for now. It becomes the master with no conscience, because reality shatters dreams. If you want to dance on your own star, then get laid and make some money. Right Murf? I'd go for a good piece of ass. He he. Misery is my preference. We went along and I said: This quite a fancy car Dandy. A man tries to take my head away from me by running into a steel pole going ninety miles an hour. So I give myself up to the unconcious for two weeks, and then sue him. Just like you sued me ass hole. I'm spending the money now, and when you get yours, I'll expect the same. His brothers dead, I said. They were both crazy. My man walks with a limp, because of that pole. His brother and how many others died on that road to West Virginia. Two others, I said.