what I have to offer

[malibran]

is not bound on technique, and thats the big flaw that will slice this floor one day. It occurs by exhaustion alone, and somehow I feel that the process itself cause a bloom of sorts, and if speaks to some people. So fine. Never one to go for plurality. I don't expect my work to be universally praised. I am and will never be John Steane. I never studied, I absorbed the sound and it was thus filtered by my personality. It may not be relevant to all, but it is unique. And I want it to shine just as that. This is pie I made, I grew the raisins. Its a little burnt, but this milk will help.

Weak me, tonight. Weak everything, tomorrow. It is perfect since its wrong, wordy, talky. It doesnt need to impress. it doesnt pretend to be so. I want you to exist and spring the existance of others. I dont want to be paid for the conversation, I want to be charged for a thought.

Should I even spell check this post.