Here is the message I've been carrying inside my rusty innards:
I LOVE THE WAY YOUR FOUL LITTLE MIND WORKS
Lyrics to Butthole Surfers' "Eye of the Chicken":
1, 2, 3, 4
I can't believe I'm talking about that champagne that I vomited when I was checking my brother's diapers (way back when?)
And it's okay because then again I can think about my youth and all the good times that I had and hoping that I had good parents and knowing that I did even though my mother threw furniture at me even if I tell my friends 'bout it AAAAAHHHHHHHH
Skynet farm animals... Hugh Darrow once speculated that their manufacturing could be cause for concern and lead to an Electric Sheep type situation, albeit without mood organs. Sorry, no blue nav bar or bright orange logo here.
"Make the songs longer and less meaningful. People want stuff they can identify with talk about soda and facelifts."
Wesley Willis for the Rock and Roll Pissstain of Fame
Bedshitter 2.0 Released
Pre-ignition, engaging solo run.
Still bringing over all the content/setting up... Eat dookie.