I love the hate for my blogs and the attachment I have created for my Vans. The sound of classical piano, Boy George, the Philip Glass Composition and the sweet smell of burnt toast. The sweet smell of your skin and smothered hugs we share. From Teriyaki chicken sushi we share and the whorish outfits we wear. To the envious people with grave passion and interest and the, 'Album O'.

So much yet so little time..