Friday, June 16, 2006



Imagine yourself in a band, travelling in a caravan on a highway in America. Then you stop in the middle of the big road, park your car by the side of the road. On both sides of the track spans out a never-ending piece of wasteland. You then take out your favourite Martin & Co. acoustic guitar and starts to strum. A beautiful and melodious tune being created, you take out a pen and a piece of paper, and start to add words to the piece of music.

This is a dream.

12 weeks.

This is written at 6/16/2006 01:18:00 pm
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