19th
eggs and time
oooh it’s early and raining…..i finished another tune this morning.
there is another one in there (that old knot up there north of my face) but i must noe retreat from hed forever bed-sit recording mass and i must go out and have the eggs. I MUST! yes, AND they must be the french messy eggs. with field greens. oh france, you sassy cooks with your sassy looks. hmph.
no rainstorm stands between a man and his eggs. you quote me on that, Mister Smartpants..(but seriously, what the fuck was I thinking when I did that hair metal song????…see exhibit madennes on the myface) I mean, I am 100percent in support if absurdity even when it lingers into denial but woah. that was one hell of an aftershow sugar freak out. I must have been the kit-kats.
I made “Mister Smartpants some nice bored in Stockholm aftra gug…..boy was I having some zero nerd hide-out fine. ha. too weird.
ahh, good times……..
anyway that’s three tracks. THREE count them shits, i got done tonight…..UGH!!!! IN YOUR (my, actually) FACE.!!!!Take that slacker myself! Take that! …..wha!?
oh…eggs…..french runny kind……on with the raincoat and matching galoshes……..
(whistling ……oh yes…..)
