thomas

The debut internet release of these bedroom masterpiece classics, composed by a madman who calls himself "the hippopothomas" of murky hip-hop water caverns, has rocked and rolled into the realm of cyberspace. Evading the likes of bootleggers, internet hackers, beggars, and schizoid wierdos, these compositions have accumulated absolutely no recognition, and will probably never gain any airplay, ever. Any poet who dare work alongside this non-famous beat conductor may do so at their own peril.Rave reviews from one nomad journalists say: "This guy is too lazy to even comprehend the slackness of some of his work", or "Hey Richo! You hafta turn it up a little, we can barely hear anything at all!"But amongst such praise of his work, this hip-hop author remains humble. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to eat some strawberries with ice-cream. Peace.