watching rock school gives me the chills. due to my current state of internal waywardness, i have stocked up on dead kennedys, liars, flaming lips and bad brains. a dash of t.rex, a pinch of lynyrd skynyrd, pink floyd and a dollop of zappa. inca roads spoke to lemz and i wanted to know what's that about. no, i'm not a "trynna-be". just digging the hole a meter deeper so i can space out some more and trip. you know i've always wanted to do a scrapbook but i never got round to doing it. heh, in fact, i never get around to doing alot of things. that paul green guy said something that kinda stuck to my head: don't wanna be a rockstar in the here and now but in 1972. hell yeah. on the more bland front of things, i've joined ranks with a fellow retard -my old new best friend, Boomin' Granny II. we be a pair of wankers with our foul mouths and weird ticks tendencies. but then he'd say i'm the weird one. please lar! which nut thinks up of a system to fold regular cotton tees in their wardrobe and giggles like doraemon? still think i'm weird? i bet he watches porn and giggles like doraemon during the deep throat parts lor.