A swarm warms around my fuzzy head, which tingles my ears then pinches my arms and a kind of crystallized, maddening sound resounds around the radius of the cranium. Within picoseconds the implications filter upwards, numbing the sting and the meaninglessness. Music is a diamond we all own and share, not to sound too far out, mind...

I know there's hardly any 'left' left or any rights to keep for the sake of keeping, but music is the gemstone of one tone we all own above all aboves.

F.I.Y from the these points we stand: FEEL IT YOURSELF. Others can only interpret the prettiness or ugliness, so fuck-a-duck, puto pato, quack quack, bye bye - our demonstration comes soon.