Miraculous Conception

I bet only 3 people would remember what the title of this post came from. Heres a hint: it's a label for something; an old time that foreshadowed what's upcoming and where the sound came from. 7 Years later: the roots of those days flourish as the backbone towards expressing some kind of nature; some kind of soul.

All of a sudden, I've come down with a case of ghostly chills. Certain strings seem to always break during parts of Josie's bitter emotional revenge. Oh you don't know Josie yet, do you? Well read on and I might introduce her.

There is a time and a place; this is neither the time or place.

Ghosts? Well they fight back sometimes. I close my eyes and envision sensations when the songs peak, yet recently my curse infects my mind. Curse? More like a haunting that seems to implore feelings of nostalgia and glamor. Glamor you say? Only got tainted when time expired. Thus this ghost stains my dear Josie's reverberish screams. Distorting every note and intention I had, the haunted cries erupt unintentionally. I'm sorry! I can't help it, but I like it!

The worst is over? Then when does the fun begin?

Take Note: every thought, memory, and emotion, is fucking history for everyone to see. But I have a story to tell thats worth listening. People see everything, but they never seem able to hear what was important:

Listen up: Love Lost The Soul.

I smashed her into my amp

Broken noise erupted from our chaos

Dazed and out of tune, everyone tried to stop her

Nothing was played right; yet all heard what heart meant

As she bashed into oblivion, I tossed her straight

Life would never make sense after true emotion

Josie - Breathtaking Lover Who

Mother's My Creativity; My Beloved Friend;

My Soul.