Marty

Alright. Well. Uhmm. I....no. Ahh, fuck it. I am a completely unique work in progress, just like everyone else. While there is so much more undiscovered territory when it comes to the map that makes up my being, the land that I have found proves to be quite comparable to my musical interests.......eclectic. If it exists and can be registered by any of the five senses then I find myself intrigued enough to try it twice. I love to sit in the depths of my dimly blue lit apartment and write, read, bake, paint, melt wax (Spin Records), I can build you a computer out of bisquick and H2O, but why would I do that? [Too messy] I find myself pissing off the people in the next zip code with the SPL's emanating from my 8 track player driven stereo, as well as completely making my neighbors uncomfortable by knocking on their doors dressed differently, on a daily basis, while trying to sell them a product that is relative to the image I am trying to convey. My favorite being: Trying to sell glow in the dark bubble bath to the bi-polar Irish woman who thinks she is 1/2 Cherokee Indian and 2/3 Russian [Her last name is McFlurry for Christ's sake] wearing nothing but; yup, neon bubbles and warm socks. (She LOVES me.) I completely despise feeling stagnant. As if nothing is progressive within the realm of my existence. Kind of like the last five minutes it took me to think of the previous sentence. Well if you have once again made it through my completely random rant then you have probably come to the conclusion that I am stoned or the Angel Dust I smoked for breakfast is still retained within my spinal column. Well, both are incorrect. The facts go as follows: I feel no need to justify myself electronically. I would rather see that strange grin, that has surfaced since you have commenced on the 3 minute mind spin contained within this paragraph, than cater to someone who is going to read some dribble placed on a random website and pass judgment without first reaching out to said person in any of the following ways: Physically, mentally, spiritually, or last but most importantly personally. If you are one of the later people mentioned all I have to say is: One hundred million George W. Bush supporters can't be wrong when they said, "The elephants are never really ready to go." I am now off to continue my search for that intangible thing we call happiness.