My dear lady, you have single-handedly destroyed reason.
Along a similarly creative thought product, I've been having rhythms in my head. I suppose the vocalizations I make with my throat and mouth only encourage them. Working in a place where no one can hear me certainly has its benefits. I've been so pleased with these techno-style rhythms in my head that I've been considering a microphone, mixing program and a bit of time to compile a track or two. Accapella techno. Yeah. I know the idea is a bit crazy.
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I think we all experience music in our own heads. I compose entire symphonies in the time I spend during the day on hold, waiting for a report to run, or pausing as a light turns yellow. If I could transcribe everything, I'd be the next classical sensation. You would be a dancehall king. We're legends in our own minds. It's a lot of fun, though. Hope you are well.
Ah, Luke, you mysoginist you.
"My dear sir, whose reaon?"
We need to get your voice techno, my back-of-the-chair drums and David's finger dancing together one of these days...
Please, please do this! And send me the record?
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