I love these boys. They can rock the socks off of anyone. Why? Because they are the bloody Rolling Stones, that's why. Who couldn't love them? Lunatics, I suppose. No moss for them. The man with the sand tempts me with dust. It is time for dreams of kicking it up. His dust, that is. Because that is what I do. So goodnight world of septics and nonseptics alike. My lovely boys will spin for me while I fall asleep. g'night.