could you imagine not wearing stockings, stockings that run up your legs to you thighs, nice warm olive stockings, nice warm brown stockings with a nice purple dress. i hear these songs when i sleep, songs that don't exist and i wish that they would stay, stay just long enough so i can write them down, to have them documented on my pages and pages and pages of blank sheet music. that's what the blank sheet music is for, to be written on not to be sitting sadly, in my drawer amongst the bachs and the mozarts and the corellis and the boccherinis blank and empty. fin.