My Dearest, Dearest Edward Van Halen...It Seems Like An Eternity...

[theodore templeman]

My Dearest, Dearest Edward Van Halen...

It seems like an eternity of emptiness since you last filled the void with your unique gift of joy, happiness, and love. Joy, happiness, and love that flows forth for the amusement of the denizens of this sometimes bitter and cruel planet.

How we miss the sumptuous music you give birth to when your pick strikes the strings of the exotic and loyal lady you hold so tenderly in your firm grip.

That combination of electronics and you that gets stirred and mixed and blended like a vanilla cheese whip cream butter cake. It is so fresh and light. The nice fluffy filling that is carefully placed in the oven of hard rock and baked to perfection. It dances on the palate like a July 4th sparkler...it dazzles, it excites...but don't get to close because it also burns.

You then sprinkle adequate portions of Alex and Michael to add the sweet the sour, the love the hate, the sexy the humungous.

Return to us, oh wonderful one...but only when the time is right for you.

Return...for you know the devoted await like loyal sentinels at the gates above.

We wait.

[badkaraoke]

Now THAT's sarcasm...

[Executionor]

Yer a scarin' me patna. [img]graemlins/wtf.gif[/img]

[Burning Tires]

Dude!!! You weren't supposed to eat the whole BAG!!!!!!!!

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