This is what i do with the time i am given. I make music, smash it to ruins and build it back up again from the rubble. This box is entirely too long to fill all four thousand and some-odd characters that are given. What do they think I am, a novelist? I'm sure I could rant and ramble all day long in this little box (its a cool little box though, nice city scape in the background) but I neither have the time nor patience to do so. However it seems I'm filling it up quite well without saying much of anything. If you've got to this point then I applaud you but unfortunately I have no cookies to give you. You can pat yourself on the back and pretend I'm doing it if you like.