Fuck a Record Company

my fucking landlord decides to cut our power last night so that my alarm clock resets. Great. I awake to intermittent yet monotone sonic taint of the most industrial variety, late as shit of course. My hatred swells and mixes with impotence until I am forced to sit up in bed glaring at the source of the invading cacophony, rehashing insane plans to decapitate its master. Whose hero’s sword will cleave the wood? This guy’s as I dash half naked across the street and bury my cereal spoon deep into some poor schmuck’s alcohol addled liver. FUCK. It ruined my whole day. I think I’m gonna go play “who can make out with the hooker.” Psych! They won’t let you play that game unless you’re in law school.

this website is fresh 400 words

and these guys are the fucking man:

tugboat
mind-u-mental

ahhhhhh. shit is so REEEEEEl right now. Can you feel it?

we got an organ

yea whaddup. We had our first real freestyle friday.

you can check it out in the radiolab or on radiolclarendon.com

mental stamina just bit the head off a kitten

lookout for the FARC roadtrip coming to a new jersey near you