To hear something new is hard and Painful for the ear. We hear the music Of forigners badly." I make the sounds you can't understand- This is my critique! This is my subversion! This is my revolution! I make the sounds that you can't Understand. My fingers, my voice Slide into every orifice. You (I) own these words. This is friendship. That's what friends are for- I AM NIEZTCHE! 1886 was a very good year- and You know this to be true. Thus spake me.