Friday, March 19, 2004


I once saw dj shadow at wave Waikiki and I gotta say, excellent performance dude, you rocked the house three times the hardest way, oh, no, I am not saying such cheezie shit about such legendary moves, it just ain’t right, it’s like, major propogating and uh shit, no it’s not, c’mon man, be strong, we can get through this just like we got through atwater’s convention in phillie last week, you know, the rides on that garish wooden rollercoaster with the stratocaster models, it was sick, dog, and, well, you know that something’s gonna happen when the hooper triplets show up to, uh, wait, no, not like that, or yeah, or no, or shizzle mcdizzle well that just puts us in a little tizzle now don’t it? just nod your head yes, lassie.

Fuuuuuukn, shit I, oh, no, oh no he didn’t, not try to wear MY shirt in MY club on MY turf I’mma kick his ass up and down and through the door for Alabama monthly magazine reading motherfuckers everywhere whoever felt like a rat was ridin right on his missus and like just beatin that mofo laterally and bi-equilaterally on like regularized issues and regulations. Serially and totally unintentionally but in a factual and almost arrogant sense of self worth and pride and thinking you’re the shit, when it’s just shit on toast, an ill imagined and not quite so oftenly magic carpet ride of dungeonmasteresque waves of insanity.

And, yeah. So don’t forget to drink a SHITLOAD of ovaltine.

Aloha