Tuesday, April 27, 2004


Well, uh, juuust dropped mad bombs of liquid swordage, long term, on some hardcore real estate, check the glory. It’s like such momentary power, raw ad infinitum, you’re a vessel for some serious fundage and it’s like, investing in phat clashes of ecstasy induced opposite of ineptitude, all night long, baybee.

Hmmm dee doo. Well, that might JUST be all I have to say for right now. Or not. Fuck, we’ll just have to see whut happens, don’t make it too long, cuz that scares people off, not that I need people here, no in fact I do not, hey you, get out, yo mama misses you from last Christmas whut with that left handed guitar you always be strummin’.

There MIGHT be more on the menu, but I’ve got a check with the three caballeros, you know, those fellers whut with bring you hot chips & salsa for your orderves.