note to self:
when it's 100 degrees in the loft and i start screaming.. i bleed.
while putzing around with the band last night, my nose bled a little.. then we took a break. a while later we went back at it, and in the midst of a maelstrom of various songs being screamed as hard as i could.. it started bleeding again.. gushing is a more better word. david stopped playing, but i told him to keep going.. i continued on this way for a good 10 minutes, or so.. when the blood began running down the back of my throat and spraying all over our lyric sheets, i decided i better stop before i began hemorrhaging and died, or whatever. oddly enough, i never became dizzy, or anything of the sort. but, since.. i've felt more creatively inclined. which brings me to the picture i drew a few hours ago.. start to finish, took about an hour.. i haven't done that in probably 3 months, or more. i'm babbling. go look at my new pics. you know you want to. i'm going to bed.
What: 2nd Annual Battle of the Bands
Who: CATPIKE
Where: Stephenson Island
When: July 4th from 2:00-7:00 pm
you know what that means?.. it's over, the world is ending.
pack your bags, we're going straight to hell me buckos!
there will be an aftershow featuring:
Mini-SARS Midgets vs. MonkeyPox Prairie Dogs
for: the ULTIMATE SUPREMACY!!
an ache, hard desire.. release,
to burn, to feed upon, consume..
on top of us, the world falls.
to corrupt, tear down the wall..
let freedom not be damned,
our flesh screams, eternal...
i bought 2 pairs of shorts today.. fuck hot.
when it's 100 degrees in the loft and i start screaming.. i bleed.
while putzing around with the band last night, my nose bled a little.. then we took a break. a while later we went back at it, and in the midst of a maelstrom of various songs being screamed as hard as i could.. it started bleeding again.. gushing is a more better word. david stopped playing, but i told him to keep going.. i continued on this way for a good 10 minutes, or so.. when the blood began running down the back of my throat and spraying all over our lyric sheets, i decided i better stop before i began hemorrhaging and died, or whatever. oddly enough, i never became dizzy, or anything of the sort. but, since.. i've felt more creatively inclined. which brings me to the picture i drew a few hours ago.. start to finish, took about an hour.. i haven't done that in probably 3 months, or more. i'm babbling. go look at my new pics. you know you want to. i'm going to bed.
What: 2nd Annual Battle of the Bands
Who: CATPIKE
Where: Stephenson Island
When: July 4th from 2:00-7:00 pm
you know what that means?.. it's over, the world is ending.
pack your bags, we're going straight to hell me buckos!
there will be an aftershow featuring:
Mini-SARS Midgets vs. MonkeyPox Prairie Dogs
for: the ULTIMATE SUPREMACY!!
an ache, hard desire.. release,
to burn, to feed upon, consume..
on top of us, the world falls.
to corrupt, tear down the wall..
let freedom not be damned,
our flesh screams, eternal...
i bought 2 pairs of shorts today.. fuck hot.
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CATPIKE is the lord god jesus robot of the whole fucking universe. and then we kickass just because we can. and to finish it up, we rock so hard that everyone's testicles fall off. and if they don't have testicles, they grow them just to lose them. july 4th will be the end day for most of northeast WI after CATPIKE dooms its way through nine other pitiful victims. and finally, a torrent of glass-death washes over the smoldering remains of poor fools who thought they could partake in a CATPIKE show. there will be only two things standing. the battered man-flesh of CATPIKE, gazing out in hardcorehoodness......bleargh!