Me, myself, and I. Me is Gus Aiton. Myself is Tavius Dyer.
And I am mc2r(8-t)z?
Whatever that means. I am your opinion.
Influenze
Emotion, Fear, Pain, My Mother's heart beat, the sounds my body make which I can only hear subconciously from the inside, Saul Williams, Dose, Sweet Trip, NIN, Godspeed You Black Emperor, Tarentel, Explosions in the Sky, Dirt Three, Sea and Cake, Bubblejacket, Analyst, Justi, Actual Rafique, JEL, Sixtoo, Amon Tobin, DJ Shadow, Sage Francis, Dave Brubeck Brothers, Rachmoninoff, Will Ackerman, grunge rock, Rage, Primus, Smashing Punpkins, Nirvana, Punk Rock, Minor Threat, Dead Kennedys, Fugazi, Sublime, 311, Punk Junkeez, and so on and so forth...POST ROCK TRIP HOP!
È simile
Dose and JEL, Deftones, Smashing Pumpkins, Bright Eyes, Sage Francis....I dunno. You tell me. It's like none of these I mentioned, but only a little bit of each, maybe, at times.
I originate in a womb much like this room. And you, too, are familar with the comfort of both, I imagine. However, I attempt to let out what it is I am, emotionally and mentally, speaking to music that moves me, makes my innards dance till they pour forth as sound, or some semblance of auditory noise, mixed with language and what once may have been referred to as such. For the psuedo-philospohic banter I apoligize. Unfortunately, it is the mood at which I do this, coupled with a weight I place upon myself, imagined, yet felt, and my feelings I have little control. Control has always been illusion, so, perhaps, I exist within a more real reality (which sucks, only some of the time). Otherwise, it's just smoothing out the highs and the lows so that my temperment my coexist with those of others, somwewhat, or, enough so that my ego may suspend it's self somewhere between the story I tell you I am, and the story you tell others I am.
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Hey, guess what.....I'm listening to your radio. hehe, finally made it...took me awhile to find the "listen now" button, I'm a lil slow *blinks*
but I heard your voice
whats P.A.B...? o and i was playing halo 1...every lvl with assualt rifle and shootguns and snipers...guess who got first place every lvl...(until we did a retaded lvl with only teleporters) ya i got first place!!! SO BAM! **BAM** *-HEADSHOT-*
WIMP!!....I CAN OWN U IN HALO!!!...and making music...ready...set..GO!....| O YA.....GIME MY MUNAY.....TECH9....CARS..CLOTHS.....ROB 711....O YA...OLD SCHOOL!!!......hahah i win!!!
This is the other half of me. Or, larger part of me than most. Yes, my lyrical self takes refuge and form in another name personifying another man, of word, wordsmith or something, I'll have you know.
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