were on the air, Fili, so say something.

He speaks---he breathes---he bleeds---he sees--just like the rest of you---his artist name--Fili O (so cool) (check link for original songs)--earwax and civilization.... the monopoly guy...i hold seeds for a utopia in my hand---your wish is my command---two black ()() holes collapsing on each other (sounds like cartoon sound effect: beeee-woop). That's all folks. Okay, encore, encore, encore. I hear you. Hold your applause please... Yes you can connect my dots to sound like angel wings--I am bleeding breathing seeing human being-g---if I was worthy would you give me an earthly epiphany? Whistles and bells...and horns echoing in the rafters...What if you could fuel your car with laughter...Let's siphon gas from SUVs of the rich, then sell the gas for cheap to the lower class, and give the money to the poor people. It'd bring a balance. Don't call me a communist, Phil. I like to call it trickle down eckonomics. Mother, should I trust the government? Futuristic wishes---bubbling up---here would you be kind enough to hold on to my mental baggage for me? It's getting heavy in these parts. Can't walk down the street without fear and paranoia. I'm striving for significance. See you in the funny papers.