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Posted 2 months ago
Navigate Unnecessary Separations
(I’m going through a lot of old papers today and will be scanning stuff in that I think is neat)
Posted 3 months ago
Posted 3 months ago
Well, I mean with Santorum, I was a bit gullible because he says awful things all the time. So yeah. Anyway! How's the new album coming along?
chrisevanslefteyebrow askedHitting the studio in just over a week! Trying to find ways to publish it as a preloaded USB and minibook, because CDs are over.
Posted 3 months ago
let me just clear this egg off my face... clearly i don't fact check on tumblr with the ferocity i would in real life.
chrisevanslefteyebrow askedTumblr would be full of very eggy folk if they knew how many of the fact-type posts were bunk. For those looking for an enraging and true Santorum quote, how about:
”Freedom isn’t to do whatever you want to do, it’s to do what you ought to do.”
Posted 3 months ago
K, I’m not a sadist, but I would get severe pleasure out of seeing this asshole suffer.
Is he for real? What the actual fuck?
How is this absolute shitstain of a human being a motherfucking PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE???
Not so fast. http://www.freewoodpost.com/2012/02/15/santorum-being-female-is-a-mental-disorder/ According to the same publication, Santorum is also in peace talks with Satan.
Posted 3 months ago
As much as I try to get sick of the sound of Rhodes Piano I can’t do it! It is impossible.
Posted 3 months ago
Marcy Bottoms
Shimmer Island strands my soldiers of design
Down in Marcy Bottoms but my heart will be fine.
All the codeine passion love can find to caption.
Scaly ghoul chains casks of years dissolved in brine
Up to Marcy Bottoms yet her heart will be fine
Desperation jackknifed, on-comers never die.
Alien thousands linger in smoked TV rooms.
Violators' cargo scantily unwinds
Over Marcy Bottoms and my heart will be fine.
Aging like her makeup, sorry boys, she's taken.
Spearfuls of marauders hoisting up the war
Float like Marcy Bottoms over raids on the poor.
Drinking up the red from industrial deathbeds.
Peeled like skin from your scrapes with disaster.
Axes hanging darkly on the precipice
menace weightless rifts.
Summons hell to party while the rest of us
sleep in somber shifts.
I’ve got a present for you: one year of cold breath out the chest,
damp timber at 3 AM.
Fresh goosebumps through the cellar of your delusion.
Drag the victory apple on your shorts to shine
Polish Marcy Bottoms and my heart will be fine
Linger in the walls outside the balsa closet
Notes pile up around her, nightly she unwinds
Transport Marcy Bottoms on their harmonic lines.
Coffin bids I bring it somebody to sing with.
(Rhythms resound like kisses from the long dead.)
Somebody to sing with.
The most original musician in Southern Illinois
