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I got a girl on the whispers/
yet she's maxing out the pad aloud/
angel kisses 'tween pisses making Lilith proud/
it's a period - no edit - exclamation mark/
but it was on this day that them chemicals sparked/
bunsen burner - sunshine simmer/
yet timing's all wrong so it only got dimmer/
I quiver - fetal position - weep for the future/
if the past was a present then it should only get better...Read more
Ok, let's all face it fellas. Valentine's Day was a bust and Spring is coming. Love is in the air, but all you're getting is farts from your bulldog and the errant smell of bin juice. MMMMmmmm.
So let me ask you this: who here is fishing in the Lonely Hearts Club and looking for love in all the wrong places? Well, look n...Read more
Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdT8-FUHbmM SO INK AND I ARE NOW PROFESSORS AT THE BARON SCHOOL OF MUSIC TEACHING OUR RESPECTIVE CRAFTS. CAN IT BE DONE? CAN IT DONE INDEED...
It's 7:45 am at the studio - I was about to just resign from the day's work in a grumble until I came across this. Sometimes, admist the mire of porn and spam on the net, it's great to see something actually touching...
Peace - Gmtn
Just at the studio right now - I think it's about 6ish am.
Maybe it's bright out, but I won't know - there's no windows here.
Anyway, just wanted to wish you all a great day today! It's going to be frosted flakes ggrreat.
PPPP PPPPPEE A CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE with a present from me to you:
I've had the absolute pleasure in getting to the illustrious Mr. Howard McCrary in the last few months, and as he would say in his patented way: "it's been an honour."
Now I can wax poetic, but I'll just leave it to a few adjectives.
SEE YOU THERE WALA
BAD MUSIC RADIO.
One for the WTF index:" Lil' Markie - Diary of an Unborn Child"
Not a suitable first post, but I just gotta say my guinea pig died today. Shiiiit. Year of the Rat~(said outloud with a rising inflection)
I'm torn between the feeling of mourning and the feeling of laughing at all this on a cosmic scale. It's like I'm on mushrooms or something.
Peace to my new "friends" and not just "web-pals."
The "artist" on this page in which you've probably never heard about - Gold Mountain.
Just learning up on the fine balance in this minute minuet called the intimate infinite...