French toast, he said, no way motherfucker, I'm not getting caught in that trap again. I was beginning to think they were starting to conspire against me. The walls that is. Every layer of paint I put on made me realize that they were drawing ever closer. When would they stop, I thought as I lit up a cigarette from the wrong end. A birthday cake, that's what we need, that's what will set things right. But where to get one at this time in the afternoon? Surely, all the stores are open, and not ready for the usual smash and grab. I sighed as I sat down in a pile of my mannequin limbs, and slowly began to count to the number 3.
posted Jun 6
You lied to me. My brain exploded. Where did cowboys die to make the green pudding? Holy mutt I must find it.
posted Jun 6
Honestly, I started with grandfather and those opening lines....I got goosebumps all the hairs on my arms standing up on end. Happened again and again. Man, I so feel this stuff! Wow. I am along for the ride you're taking me on.
posted May 24
thanks! this music is great. very pretty, i can really hear some of the influences, and i read your influence list and we share a bunch by the way :)
posted May 6
delicate is beautiful, and so strong in its delicacy... makes me look differently at the springsky . Like melancholia mixed with... i don't know what : ) AND yes collaborations are fun - I'll let you know when I find some sounds that want more wings*
posted Apr 6
Andrei Rublev was beautiful. I am currently in a Film Theory and Aesthetic class and I have to give a presentation and write a 10 page paper on the cinematography of Andrei Rublev. I felt weird after i saw it it was beautiful have a great day new friend
posted Mar 28
okay i get dibs on the pop vocal single of forest path i've been playing along with my baritone
posted Mar 26
hey mr. post-rock send me some beats so i can get the kids jumping out their seats, please mr. post-rock make em real good so we can rock the neighborhood
posted Mar 17
Filip Ransom says:
Dogs they told me. Dogs? Since when. The bastards must have been in there for weeks. No wonder my vision was so blurry. Oh well, the whiskey seems to put them to sleep. But only for a few hours. Thank God for morphine. What a nightmare the senior citizens home would be without it. Have I ever told you about the bear? he must have raped about 30 of them, straight up. Well, what would you do if you were caged up for so long? Surely not eat your own foot. Then why did I do it? boredom and sexual frustration. Luckily, the couch puts out now, that filthy whore.
posted Jun 6