Last edited by Jeremy Marchant; Sep-02-2012 at 17:42.
I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people don't like me anyway.
"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music."
Last edited by ComposerOfAvantGarde; Sep-04-2012 at 15:45.