Apr 04, 2005 04:40
Got a call back from wise guy mister failing to film my volcano roast. I prepared for years on the son of lambstick. However some good came up on it and presented a newly formed...As this was said a young rapscallion by the name of Crevice broke his jaw in oncoming traffic but I severely sensed the wrongdoing of a cantankerous burrito. I've buried ten can o worms bigger than that sadsak excuse for a living appendage. I was trying to inform you of things and doings but hey I guess we all felt down pillows.
With Bloody Feet
Chessboards lined with my own kryptonite
I'm still wondering how this continues.
SO I'm happy. How about you?
From the other side of a shitty three paragraph hardcore band name.
I guess never could have been said but hey at least the joke remains.
I need to be bitter about one thing.
Lost all that when I heard Stars singing in an elevator.
I already heard that song in my head.
I wish I could convey what I'm thinking but this will have to do.