I loved playing with them while in the bath, I felt this was an unmapped terrain to the ‘lill soldiers.

But that day, the one I am talking about, is the day it happend. Suddenlly I stoped playing with them, looking into the thin air with great fear in my heart/mind. I remember I understood that moment, that one day I will not play like this, that one day I will not enjoy this as I do now.
I remmember I tried and say to myself that it will never happend, that I will play like this and enjoy this forever.

Since that day I never playd with dolls again.

I telling this story, and there is a reason I tell it.

Yesterday I signed up to this site. At first I signed to the RSS and just kept on normaly. Then I understood that in the feedz there’s loops to download, I’m making music since I was 12, learned music at school and creating Electronica for more than 10 years now, so I was intrigued. I started surfing the site…

After less than 12 hours signed to the site, I felt like a kid again! I felt I was bombarded with gifts and that I was getting presents every single click.

I may not play with the dolls my parents got me as a child, but the feeling of being spoild and well treated in this manner, without asking for much in return other than the side effects of my enjoyment (such as pagerank etc…), brings back my “childish spoild brat” feeling I forgot existed in me due to hard living, marriage, financial problems and material every day life.

so thanks you sooooooooo much for all the toys man!

you made me feel as a king for today!