Ello, luvvy. Call me Chuck 8)
I haven''t been writing lately; school is just keepin' me busy.
But I will read and review your stories, m'dear.

BOVILEXIA (n): the uncontrollable urge to yell "MOO!!" when passing by a cow.
Are you Bovilexic?

Now, this may sting a little just at first.
But don't worry, that'll go away once the searing pain kicks in. You can go ahead and scream if you like.

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

You know you take the killing for granted. And then it's gone.
And you're like, I wish I'd appreciated it more. Stopped and smelled the corpses.

Classic rock at heart, yet I do have another side called Alternative. My charateristics are rock and roll. Folk is when I have something to say; rap is when I have a lot to say. My happiness shines through pop. I laugh through country, I cry through the blues, I dance through hip hop, and I sing through opera. Ambient-- my nature, techno-- my craziness, R&B-- my love life, classical-- my relaxation, emo-- my anger, and gospel-- my religion (which is practiced through reggae, my spirituality). Jazz is my superficiality. And for anyone special in my life, tango since two can tango (and they can salsa). Indie is my unheard of nature (and trust me, I am very often unheard). Punk is my rebellious self, which sprung through my deep dark secrets in heavy metal. Acoustic is when I am best heard, soft rock is when I am best known. My confusion is trance. My actions are disco. Generally, foreign = my nationality. Renaissance, my history. And if people ever met me, they'd describe me as rhapsody. I can be best heard through my characteristics, acoustic rock; be rebellious from my characteristics, punk rock; and be natural because it's my characteristic, ambient rock.

I am the music.