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There are a many ridiculous and wild images/thoughts running quite like carpet cruisers through my formative thoughts.
The likes of these make me quite honestly feel rather nuts. Thoughts that don't quite match up with 2009 fill me up rancid. Spilled and spoiled milk feels like the shake of death. I am, however, distinctly saved by the tunes of certain tones I've been filled up with.
Check out Ferraby Lionheart if you haven't. He brings with his music a slight (yet so solely overwhelming) sense of NON-SUCK that sort of turns me about platonic-crazy over something that would normally turn me on wildly.
Also look for Wilco's next BEST (apparently) album... coming out this June! Two years ago (which hardly feels as such) their album blew me to pieces, whilst I mopped certain perma-dirt floors. I can most certainly guarantee that this almost-album will blow your brain bits into glow-in-the dark pieces. That is my only idea of what something this anticipated, for myself and acclaimed others, could really be like.
DAMNED and drunk-hunted.
The likes of these make me quite honestly feel rather nuts. Thoughts that don't quite match up with 2009 fill me up rancid. Spilled and spoiled milk feels like the shake of death. I am, however, distinctly saved by the tunes of certain tones I've been filled up with.
Check out Ferraby Lionheart if you haven't. He brings with his music a slight (yet so solely overwhelming) sense of NON-SUCK that sort of turns me about platonic-crazy over something that would normally turn me on wildly.
Also look for Wilco's next BEST (apparently) album... coming out this June! Two years ago (which hardly feels as such) their album blew me to pieces, whilst I mopped certain perma-dirt floors. I can most certainly guarantee that this almost-album will blow your brain bits into glow-in-the dark pieces. That is my only idea of what something this anticipated, for myself and acclaimed others, could really be like.
DAMNED and drunk-hunted.