Yes, why?!
Zeppelin. That's why. There is always a reason. It seems. There is always a question. There is always an answer. True. Maybe. Or not. Who is to judge. Unconditional- jazz do exist, you know. It is a different thing, yes. A beautiful thing. Tryin' to find a women who's never been born. He says. Yea, let's figure that out for now. Shall we. Fingers escape lightly on the keys as I type. Randomly also. It's this noise that I missed.