This week I perfected the art of tantric guitar playing. This is where you muck about for hours on end and never produce a song. Actually, you do, but it’s like one whole long song that lasts for hours and it’s not a very good one.
Sting would be proud. I think I will develop tantric blogging where I write something for ages and never publish it. No, hang on, I do that already.
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Currently many people care to have discussions as if they have something to say but there is no sound when they move their lips, just a bunch of poppycock. The matriphiles behave as if they are ignorant of Dre.
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