Strictly business

Feeling soft. Girls touching me. Telling me I am this. Telling me I am that. Looking away. Well, that last part is nothing new. Remembering how nice girls are like space aliens. Unusual and bizarre. Thinking about Monday's ghastly experiment in which I tried to EXPRESS MY FEELINGS through music I wrote. Never again. From here forth it is back to business. Strictly business. In music as in all things. T'ings. Tongs. Ting a tong along...