Okay, this is the deal. Everyone's 2nd favorite source of dementia is currently involved in 2 side projects. Well, 3. Firstly, I'm finally gonna start to develop some of my favorite songs this summer, hopefully with the aid of some semi-zany folks, but really, anyone who can write down the musical scores to my thoughts will be great. After some of that's taken care of, there's the matter of creating some sort of a band.
2nd : Posting a fudgeload of late-night poetry. Half the battle is figuring out what I actually wrote down, and then there's the typing. Whoa, that dude from Making the Band looks like Andrew Brannan. That'll be up as of now right here.
Lastly, well, second lastly, I thought of something else: the quest for Busta continues. I tracked down a small Oriental Food Mart that sells West Indian Food, and they might be able to find it for me.
Okay, last thing would be just a general rant on how nothing has seemed to go right lately. Nah, that's not it. Hell, things have been great the past week. Met Chino, surprised the fudge out of my sister, and I might even get paid soon. I guess it's pent up hostility towards a certain "intellectual" person, coupled with the parental stress. But that's normal ain't it Norman? Here we go again we're out of our medicine, out of our minds and we want in yours, let us in. Okie dokie. So peruse the site if you like, all the band info's a little old, and might be changing soon, but who really knows?
Send me your words of hate right here.
Since I have a decent tally since the French project, I'll keep the counter going. You're #. Now don't you feel special?
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