Oh shucks, this has been a heckle of freckled bucket of time span this last spit and a shore leave, Shmarmy threw his back out right on that first weekend of sun weathered, got--lazy and left the key on the bar down at little twiliger, we got so cabin fevered that a few have actually mustered up the voice of legend 2, the planet hairless ball nut, finding links to your simultaneous living past in micro time scales with lizard breath, siamese twins through time folding in, with all this new activity and collection we have found that there has been a new summoning, wild cat has a vibe to him I;ve never seen before, he has always eluded to the arrivals in the past , he was talking a bout the 4000 mile messiah walk-a-thon at least a week before the first of the feast jesus tummy stretcher, those were weird times as well but as of recent storms and electrical synchronizing they have been arriving again and we had to fill the voids again for complete machinery life ordinance , let me explain..... we were doing such a fine job for a while keeping cousin lyonel awake and existent, taking shifts and keeping him here on earth where he was safe, but when shmarmy threw out his back lifting that box of toaster ovens and couldn't get off his kitchen floor for 3 days we didn't get his delivery of oxygen mixer to take the edge off the propane leak and I think we all just passed out and when we woke up ,, Cousin Lyonel was gone, fell asleep and went back to the dreamtime where he will most likely get butchered and turned into psychotropic farm steaks and sniglets, Puva Pursi told us this day would come and that the retarded baboon that had constructed the extra-terrestrial hair bow for the fiddle playing would send the telegram and ask for the bow to be shipped fed ex back to the fall out shelter up in bamf , Canadia, Once bowless, Wildcat desided to send her back to the trainyard to grow a longer moustache ,, under heavy pressure,, an unfortunate accident happened in the 32nd hour of Dr. Walt Penis giving himself his first self surgeried kidney transplant, Everything was going quite well until Lester got excited about the "32 Hour finish line" and dumped a cooler of gatorade on Dr. Walt, filling his open gut hole with sports drink, He's up in the guest bedroom chanting with bill and devon, our spiritual advisory team grampa,,, "BANISH GRAMPA," we had to hawk his guitar for weapons, hopefully he'll be ok,, HERMES has been sending some serious astral projections lately, might be pretracers, I saw a vision of him playing a drumset made out of sparrow hide and tonsil sticks, he was screaming at the top of his lungs but he seemed happy enough, GERMAINE and THE BEAV have been getting their paperwork together to adopt a Llama, I'm proud of them,, NICKLE PUMPER finally set down the mandolin and gave david grisman's dick a dirt nap break and started up his monkey tricked beat box, Mo' better blues,, LESTer has been doing well, staying away from the swirlies and bulking up for the winter olympicolates, started taking piano lessons over the internet from a chinese restaurant down the freeway , As for me, CaPRIAL I have just been trying to hold it together for the shifty movements that are near reality, these coming visitors are making me excited and a bit nervous, nervous to live again, one more ride around the spiral, shrinking and expanding, the new arrivals have a hunger,,,we shall see you in the world again before long, feed yourself until then oh yea, Clarence and Little Tony and still unfortunately deadUhhhhuhhhhuhhhhhuhhhhuuhh
Etkilendikleri
We like anything with bones and hair, no osteoperosis or albinos please. Thanks dickheads, we will take all currency in the form of passifiers.
Mens Recovery Project, Alan Parsons project, the stars are projectors yep.
Neye Benziyor?
you're being manipulated in the most delightful way
Beginning to think back gives me that warning tinge of a migraine. Wildcat does not believe in calanders (or private bathing for that matter) We tumble through time and try to make the best of it. Going against the grain will give you ass splinters. SlippersTip toeing on egg whites and seeing the sights of the world through astral projection primarily do to our "house arrest." We try to make it out to visit the humans whenever we can get away with it. Once a month wildcat heads up to tacoma to work the docks and get time and a half and we take this advantage to channel Shmarmy to deliver the hide-a-key so we can spread the raw love out in the world outside of ours. Otherwise we spend most of our time taking nervous shits and cleaning up the kitchen. Oh yea and we are prolific as fuck.
Hey, we're playing at the Ash Street Saloon.....Nov 22nd....CDs WILL BE available!!.....also, we'll have music available at CDBaby.com and iTunes, soon......hope to see ya there....
