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Essay: "Music"by Amor Jones There is a new sound in my ear and I move to it! This is my world of violins, trumpet, and titanium drums that play from the pits. This is my Planet where music is love and little intersanctum. You feel your way around town! No road signs, no traffic, put to its own rhythm. Words! Do you need hem? I sure doubt? I'm in a hookah bar listening to Enya on Monday. On Tuesday I'm listening to Jay at a Starbucks coffee shop. Wednesday I'm at 24 hour fitness listening to the melodies of Korn, Slip Not, and System of a Down. Words! I need not! I make love to a beautiful Baritone, with a nice shape Base, very long wires, as white as can be harmonica, cup drums, and lean drum stick. All to Twista, "What's your favorite Drink" DMX's "What these bitches want from a nigga, Lil Kims' "How many like" Usher's "Butt Naked." Friday evening my self the Pink Floyd and riding on a cloud with Metallic and Red Hot Chill Peppers. Saturday looking with Ozzy and Rolling Stones. Sunday on a music high with all the oldies especially the Greats Sunday nights are filled with Reggae and Spanish music to settle all the good vibes for a musical sleep. But just keep in mind this is my world, my ear!
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