Man, since the last time I updated this journal, a lot has gone down. I'll just say it wasn't all smooth, and the entire duet had unheard solo work that would've just thrown it into hell. Blech, it's in the past and now a paradigm to be disected to prevent it from happening again. Maybe sixth times the charm? Heh, if not then I just need to leave the duet scene for a while. Stay solo and work on somethin' to breath life into again. Or, it could just be the people I'm playin' with. Either way, all those jam sessions just keep on ringin' in me 'ead. I hope to forget, to remember and learn, which would only make sense if you read too deep.
Enough about music, I'll begin addin' things again. The few who watch me, you'll see somethin' from me in the next few weeks.

~Sonny Blue

Keep your friends close,
Your blood closer,
But leave your enemies not an inch to breath.

Standin' by their side,
Tryin' to be their guide.
Do not cry, old chum.
Be for them all.
It won't hurt as much if they leave.

Too close makes a good tune,
But it can sour like milk in the sun.
What was that hep sound, soon,
Dies in mistranslation.
The members read to much into what wasn't there,
Never givin' any feedback to the other
When they were to start again.

Don't slander them, though.
They were your band,
Just like you were their's.
Follow them and lead them,
Just some collective improvosation.

Time, the band needs it to sew.
Back together, hand in hand.
Helpin' eachother back up those stairs.
It'll be a fractured gem.
Just let the music keep a conversation.

It'll be swell,
then.
Friends again.
Until then, however.
Sometime, somewhere.



- My nose does not beep.

Ramble.
Ramble,
Tim tai bo.
I got nothin' to say,
So, let me go.
Tail's in the door,
And kits on the floor.
Boy, you're a long way from home.
Dixie down?
Dixie down.
Dutchess in a satin night gown.
Who said?
I said.
He said?
Besaid.
Sin's all around.
He's just hiding.
McAfee?
Macrafee!
Mag laughing?
MAGS!
Oh Em Gee!
They so cute!
I've been infatuated with them for five days, now.
I refound them, last thursday.
I lost them after finding them before,
But I was thinking,"Meh..."
I was obviously asleep!
I was awake, as well.
I've been awake for a while, huh?
With sleep on the side?
Every twenty-five years.
When I said personally I was dead,
I was saying it as if I was never alive.
Hehe, I've been alive, recently.
How silly.
I stopped being dead twenty-four thousand years ago.
Swilly silly.
Oh, one moment.
I have to let two wolves in,
A husky,
An echidna?,
A cat, or two,
And always a wandering human.
One's sad.
One better call me.
One's in the middle, usually.
One's afraid no one pays him any mind.
One's in love, with another.
One I know from the learning column.
And, the humans are just there for moral support.
Oh, wait, another isn't real!
It's the one I am,
But not of myself.
I guess I'll just be a jabberwock.
Snicker snack!
My head!?
My head!
That boy hath my head!
Meh, it's better that way.
In a cosmic sorta... Hey!
You can't rhyme the same word with itself!
Bad!
Bad, bad!
Naughty, naughty, Kool-Aid!
Remember now.
"Red Fish.
Blue Fish.
One Fish.
Two Fish.
Mohamoud Ali.
Floats like a butterfly.
Stings like a bee!
Oops, I'm out of time.
My bacon's smellin' fine."



- I blame the galactose of our nations.
One two, one two.
That is all.

Heh.
I said I got nothin'
I meant there's somethin'
I just listen
Watchin' as the chimes glissen...
Nodda rhyme..
In truth,
I'm just back.
If not for a short while.
At least I'll hear ye'.
Jello, those out there in TV land!
Doncha get caught up in the life's quick sand.
Throw ye' a rope,
We'll be there to help.
Hope ye' hear us.
We've got ye' back.
Pshh...
Who cares...




Just back, is all. Yello, jello, and hello. Talk to ye', even if it's on the flip side. Back in five, I've got twelve left.

HAHAHAA!
WisH iT.
WhO knOWs.
Maybe we'LL MEET.
HoPE not.
PartiCles too SMall.
HoW They ARE like my thouGhts.
VaST yet inSigNIfigant.
Don'T LoOK.
It's not safe.
Watch, RUn, Don'T StOP.
See the rain?
BE thE RaiN!
Paint if Black?
Sure, it's nO longer nEEding colours.
Wow.
Let us find yourselves.
We'll walk to the store's shelves,
And buy out those compact disks.
Come on!
We got the money!
Fry them Green Onions!
Smell so good.
THink it back.
So sMAll those thougHTS.
Just eVEryWhere thEy go.
LIke, the RiVEr's FloW.
Well, LEss we forGeT.
Don'T meet.
We'RE EsCAping.
Leave ThIS PlaCE beHINd.
See YoU In the Tunnel.
UnLEss we GeT CauGHT by the KrouTS.


/\ I told you, I lie. This is no exception. Sad to say, no one knows.

Can't trust 'em! XD
They'll love yeh,
Then, eatcha,
then make ya a balloon.
That is, if they love ye.
But, hell, it's all up to where you meet 'em.
Give me one at a park?
Sure, I'll take one!
Nights pass, I awake.
The hell?!
Not common?! O_o
Why, of course it is! ^-^
Lot's o' yiffin' gonna be done.
Hope you have the stamina.
Love 'er tender.
Love 'er true.
She'll live as long as she get's your goo.
Makes 'er more resiliant to poppin'.
Just wait.
You'll learn!
She'll get addicted and want more.
Plushies are the same,
Same wit' jellies.
Created without self control,
They'll live that way.
Like I said,
"Hope you have the stamina." XD
She'll live off you.
She'll make you into latex goo.
Make 'er flesh thicker.
An' make you into somit like 'er.
'Ope you're ready.
It's a real ride.
Put yourself on de line.
Oh, how she feels so fine!
Made a balloon in my prime.
Though, I don't know about a todd...
That's a story fer a different time. X3


/\ What am I talking about?! Foggy Mountain Breakdown made me do it!! Really focused on male on female, non? 'Ope you don't mind. XD