So, He called me the 21st century Dostoevsky. I shrugged. Didn't care what that means . He sucked. I was the suckler - yes! Then he called again "maybe this would fit ... the romantic kind of Dostoevsky." Oh well, maybe a little ... more ... better.  I kind of like it, eh ?  I don't . I won't. But this time I just approved with a grin. He bubbled. Win-win 

Well, this "romantic kind of Dostoevsky" (ouch! I think I'm lying about not liking the christening) sings. Has sung. Has continue to sing. And Flies in space. And drowns in space. For he is SPACE 

https://audiomack.com/simplyme-21/album/bitter-sweet-memories-vol-1-2
 
Enjoy my music and my words 
 Hey! I am narcissist