Everybody I've ever met, I remember. I can't name them all, of course. I'm pretty sure that I remember every melody I've ever heard. The memories that monopolize my hard drive are random.
Seems to me that if the design is made of stardust and water, we're all from outer space.
Television news is poison for the soul. Beethoven and Little Willie John are antidotes. My advice? Study love.
Yeah, what the heck is music? Not carbon. Not stardust - it's not even oxygen, except for the soul. Damned good it's whatever it is. And I like it.
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