The Effinays

Hi The Effinays! 'More Meat' the 2nd neo-fusion album by Bombastic Meatbats featuring Chad Smith (Red Hot Chili Peppers) is out now (it's an iTunes Top 10 Jazz Album)! ORDER NOW and please help spread the funk with your friends!

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Hi The Effinays, Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris.

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How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris.

I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening.

HAYYP NEW YEAR!

Close - Bonnie and Clyde crash site. This is taken on the land of a farmhouse they sought refuge in.

Thanks! We had a blast and it was great to meet and jam with u guys. We'll be back for sure next year. -Britt

Boo.

Also, who the hell is Veruca Jones and why is she talking about putting stickers on your beautiful fruit?

Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot.

Jackass.