Saturday, January 9, 2010

i've been traveling for the past 2.5 weeks. it's nice to be back. it's fucking cold here. but it's ok. it's 8:26am on a Saturday, 9 January 2010 and i'm at Allston Cafe drinking coffee, finishing breakfast, harvesting a big poop. it's wonderful. this is my favourite haunt around these parts. here and publick house. today i'm going to record demos of two new songs i've been working on. one is called TEETH. the other doesn't have a name just yet. i'm jonesin to play them with most ghosts. me hopes they like. fuck structure farting outloud don't hold back talk of ginsberg and friends, a gaggle of beat bong gangsters grow grabbing golden gates their syllabic strides stretch STUCK social sense and preview IT for all. he has IT. taste IT. IT is coming out of my ears!!!!!!!!!!!!! what are we listening to i'm sitting in alpaca llama cardigan people. pictures to come don't want to go home alone and sit in  the empty house. need to clean organize before recrodding, we'll see which comes first. what is my name again? in four hours i can play drums again but not until. that's just fucked. oh man. this poo is growing growing columbian vs turkish. we'll see who wins. fair fightz. muslim ladies crossing the street make me feel at home. wish the 3d was here. needz 3d. moe hand glow. no picture for you just yet. he was trying to make it come out all poo like. pooooosh. pooooooooooooooosh. i escaped for a moment.

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