It's July 1, 2005 and the world keeps spinning and I didn't die---well, technically I did...twice that night, but who's counting---crows or feet? I'm just scaring the hell out of them or eating them in my own blizzard of Oz zone. Listening to any crows in nests or bars would be nirvana...but my teen spirit got up and went long before I became a crash test dummy dying to hear Mrs. Potter's Lullaby or Landslide one more time. I'm creating this thing because I write everyday anyway as a way to help heal my heart and what's left of my soul since I lost my hearing, broke my back and spirit and can't or won't try to write/sing/play or listen to my music I've played all over every Third World country near you...not to mention my now defunct band/s since I became a motorcycle accident (or was it) passenger SOUL survivor last March 13, 2004. I never heard music when I listened to it anyway....It was if I were a part of music...I felt it...it is still inside me and now it is killing me softly...Melody doesn't live here anymore. She exists in theory, and that isn't working for me. I just want that feeling back and I'll go away happily. I'm trying to find a way to live through this experience. The glitter fades; but I didn't. Anybody can sing...but there's only one MELODY. That is I.