it was never about the music, it was about trying to see tori amos' tits!
my heart is filled with much mischief but the primary outlet for these sapphire coloured intentions is away in a manger. o slumbering nymph you set quill to flesh even in your dullest dream. the encryption key of your heart is the left off punctuation from cyrillic words typed on a standard keyboard. so that while others unavoidably get the gist of your femme fatale glamour, only i can hear the timbre & pitch of of it. timber & pitch; you're an ark for me to sail across shark infested sargasso seas & dolourous graveyards of lost ships. you're the curse on the hope diamond; moth thin & lucrative.
but i wish you would wake up & play with me already!