apples, photocopied papers

Time flies. Sure, flies fly too (fly fly fly ...high). Especially when there's a big photocopy machine in front of you. I can say that i was to some extent a photocopy-boy (if there's a notion like this). The smell of paper coming out of it made my stomach like a bag of bees. I guess Mates of State wouldn't have mind if they played next to that photocopy machine. The space where the photocopy machine is it's spacious, and their organ and drum could fit in perfectly. I'd have to stop the photocopy machine though: the noise would have made it difficult to hear their soft voices that overlap each other. i could have given a bunch of papers to Kori, so she could do all the photocopying, while me and Jason would have played with little Magnolia. After I've done all the photocopying and prepared a bunch of documents, i was ready for my reward: a bloodish red sweet apple. I savored it, and got my senses re-acquainted with that flavour that i thought i lost. Man, i haven't eaten fruit in a long time. However eager I was to set my teeth into that juicy apple, i'd trade it to have Mates of State by my side, perform. I'd even go as far as sharing pieces of that apple with them.

Yes, i am in love with Mates of State. Not in love as in "i love your shoes", but rather as in "i love you". You should have probably figured that out by now. I've got love written all over me. wait, i think they're ready to play in the office here. i should go unplug the photocopy machine and chop down every apple tree. go ahead Mates of State. play at will.