DJ. Eighteen years young. Talented. Sweet. Smart. And finally, after seven long years of writing and a life of not knowing, stargazing in the right sky.
Look out, world, I'm back and on my grown man flow. And you're about to see a side of me you may have been afraid of, but your ears will welcome warmly.
Anything else you actually want to know about me? AIM me: DJtheSingerBoy91. Email me: dee.jay.bucks@gmail.com
Hi Dj Bucks, You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm.
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