Shit rolls downhill….but that shit just slides right off me.
Nice try, motherfuckers. You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man. That’s right — the ginger-fucking-bread-man. And I’ll say it again. Twice. Some other time. Watch me….
Everything’s back in business — all the music is smacked into the right place. So I’ve got the groovie doovie doo. Way to go! Poog!
jesus — how times change. i have no idea where the fronts are anymore, no idea where anyone is anymore…. or where i am… but at least i’m feeling a bit less maniacal. and i’ve moved up a rung to right hand man — i sit in the presence of god himself now.
that ain’t bad.
good outweigh? sure, why not? i have things to look forward to, anyway. this mystical thing is kinda fucking me up though.
crazy couple of weeks though, that’s for sure.
did i say ‘fuck’ yet? oh yeah, i did. good.