It happens every so often. I have to remember them. Right now it's Freddie. Wishing he was someone I could have known. Why do geniuses die so young. I've been watching everything I can find to get to know him better. To hear that voice, to feel the power of creativity resinating in my erected hair follicles. I almost can't handle it.
It was nice to be called back to my love of music by Freddie. I've been submerged into the hair world and find my soul a little dehydrated. Without the music my art wont express it's self. I've taken a long break from you. Thanks for bring my back music. You are my favorite existence.
