Once upon last July I decided to situate amongst another brick in the wall, Texas, where I lost the command of language but broke all the barriers in between. Here's some footage fungus of chopped and screwed cowgirls, racist insects, lazy naggers; the stuff you find when cleaning out your ears after a shower and hey look has that tic...ket expired?

Just give it an ol' watch. No harm done or else:
trash it change it melt upgrade it, charge it pawn it zoom it press it snap it work it quick ERASE IT!!!

We're all a little rough around the edges. This is a first draft (exp)edition and some of these sounds really byte the big one, I'm done with this fucking conundrum,
PS this song is a favorite of mine.
PS Paul Simon is watching you procrastinate.