"to hear something new is hard and
painful for the ear. we hear the music
of foreigners badly."
i make the sounds that you can't
understand-
this is my critique !
this is my subversion!
this is my revolution!
i make the sounds that you can't
understand. my fingers, my voice
slide into every orifice.
you (I) own these words.
this is friendship.
that's what friends are for-
I AM NIEZTCHE!
1886 was a very good year- and
you know this to be true.
thus spake me.

By Tick