record release

Write away super hay

the keyboard is too heavy for me to put it on my lap. you should remember, those blaring sounds, deafening moments, why are you still calling my name? raindrops playing down on me, splattering sounds echoing past encounters. Too sad to wail, too tired to think, saw that red top flying high, that wind surely know how to blow. we are kinda aspired by it. This japanese sound monotones injected by 70's melodramatic music plus with beethoven's symphony. police entry on the street with their guns and ammunitions, all the crowds watched helplessly as they began their shooting frenzy hitting anyone who dared to watch. All the able bodies slumped forward, freeze the moment, bring in the peacekeeper. Oblivious to the current happening, what's the deal with reality program? i want my thoughts to be measured, scrolled and exhibited. Then people can gladly queue and pay exorbitant price tickets. Back to blah blahville.