i was chugging away on these papers pretty awesomely, 'cept now i just now ate a CBRB and now my metabolism's all like "WTF, mate?", and all my blood's flowing to my stomach and shit.
and it's 4zm in the morning and i've still got 10 papers to go. sheeit.
i'm gonna have to sleep through donuts again. and you know what kind of mood that puts me in.
every record i make from now on is going to have at least one song that ends in an extended feedback/noise jam with a beautiful woman saying cryptic-ass shit in french over top of the guitars.
after recording, i may or may not take this french woman to a ball.
every pretty girl deserves to go to a ball.
ha.
No comments:
Post a Comment