02-05-2004, 07:29 PM
The sound of a Mac Truck running over Puff Daddy's dense cranium over and over, would certainly be music in my ears. I would dare call the truck driver an artist.
<marquee>We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.</marquee>