oh dear g-d i don't feel alive....
this bass, claudio, is my friend. he hurts my fingers but i shall make him love me too. spin round carosol when you're horse isn't screwed in...this is monopolizing my brain...it's music and i cut my finger nails because claudio said they were in the way...i do what he says, this bass, and he's so beautiful like the real claudio who's a voice a photo in a book or on the wall...so what so i'm crazy yeah...not too much else except books and the unhinging of my brain...i don't know what the fuck my problem is but i find it etremely hot to play the bass in lingerie...he takes my insecurities away...oh man, this bass...is it the dreams that make us real?