Do you ever have those days where, no matter what you are responsible for, or really need to do, you just cannot deal?
Today is that day. Maybe I have a penchant for trying to really fuck myself good, but today is the cumulation of three years worth of hard work and I decide that I just don't feel like it. I need to stay home in my jammies, watch BBC and nap. Oh, and internet. I don't think that anything TOO bad will come of it. Perhaps my reputation might be a bit tarnished, and god knows that I could fucking care less about that.
I can't stand hypocrites. It makes me sad to meet cool people who you think are all about what you're all about and then they turn out to be liars, or posers (as in someone who's posing as something that they're not). I understand about trying on new personas, but don't make a social statement if you really don't understand what the statement means.
Today is that day. Maybe I have a penchant for trying to really fuck myself good, but today is the cumulation of three years worth of hard work and I decide that I just don't feel like it. I need to stay home in my jammies, watch BBC and nap. Oh, and internet. I don't think that anything TOO bad will come of it. Perhaps my reputation might be a bit tarnished, and god knows that I could fucking care less about that.
I can't stand hypocrites. It makes me sad to meet cool people who you think are all about what you're all about and then they turn out to be liars, or posers (as in someone who's posing as something that they're not). I understand about trying on new personas, but don't make a social statement if you really don't understand what the statement means.
music to eat pickles by.
music to fall asleep to on the bus
music for sprouting potatoes
music for making your booty wiggle like a jell-o mold
music to love people by
music for hurting yourself
music to adore
I make music that keeps my blood pumping, and hopefully, yours too.
I make music that hopefully would make stanton & Co. happy.
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Thus the sweet artist in a wondrous shade
Of verdant trees, which harmony had made,
Encircled sate, with his own triumphs crown'd,
Of listning birds, and savages around.
Again the trembling strings he dext'rous tries,
Again from discord makes soft musick rise.
Then tunes his voice: O Muse, from whom I sprung,
Jove be my theme, and thou inspire my song.
To Jove my grateful voice I oft have rais'd,
Oft his almighty pow'r with pleasure prais'd.
I sung the giants in a solemn strain,
Blasted, and thunder-struck on Phlegra's plain.
Now be my lyre in softer accents mov'd,
To sing of blooming boys by Gods belov'd;
And to relate what virgins, void of shame,
Have suffer'd vengeance for a lawless flame.
do you make music also?
what do you teach?
3 years work toward what goal?
what borough do you live in?
why haven't you got any pictures?
are you named after a rabbit?