It's a cruel thing to be put in a place like Charlotte. I think I might prefer having my eyes gummed out by your grandma then live here another year. Anyways, so here I am. I play music. One day I will create gay commercial electronica for use in big corporate car ads, unrivaled by any before me .....or after I have long melted down for that matter. I will play on every coast, selling my digital wonders to idiot kids who steal their parent's money for drugs that shall remaine unnamed at this time. Yes, yes ... when I am through, there will be no clubs, but rather this whole plain of existence will have been forced, by my own accord, to bare their overly colorful high-dollar threads and march in a mass of elliptical lines. They will all be rocking their suave little heads, nice and steady @ 125bpm ... until the day I sneak in that 5th beat. What will they do?.. To IM me-- gidgetjein or eitherkae --
