Dumbfuckery [new song: watercrackers and coke]

Why the serious business is not happening here for FIVE reasons. 1) refer to 2. 2) refer to 1. Please be seated. It is for the feel. As far as cool riffs go, its eh. There's just, you know, a sock in the facepunch studios OUCH with the gowgow. fucking shettty so maybe a vocalist would increase shitsize. not enough size of shit of. bring of shit of HAVE of HAVENT HAD OF OF. fuck eight people while you DO NOT BRING OF HAVING NO WILL TO DO FUCK. so just dont fuck them. i wish i could say i was on some sort of drug right now, but its only solitude and delusions of having a catchy song.NAT GANNA HAPPAN. every vowel can be replaced with an e. fer exemple, when wes the lest tem ye hed eh beg of cheps? FUCK. aflac duck is a pensive sonofoabitch. see most these people dont give me the TIME OF DAAYYY so just click the add button, because i swear im getting better at writing music, i swear dude. i mean, maybe im not and im just falling into a pit of crazy where i think im writing better music than i used. well fuckify me'eth. MOTHERFUCK this snake is a weapon of heat waves. a journey through thoughts can be copypasted. tablewater crackers can appeal to the mighty, like myself (SO I FUCKING IMAGINE, UGH). I dont know, if this is my passion, and i suck at it? whats the point? i think imna go play eve or something like that. thatll eat my life away. why worry so much? its like bringing justified text to an essay. sometimes its just sexy. mostly NOT SO DONT FUCK THOSE 8 PEOPLE. i rememberrred that i dono how fuck. i didnt want this to be so goddamn obscure, like scarve, unfortunately. i mean, holy shit, best band, wow. but they didnt get the TIME OF DAAAYYY. fucking people. and why is it that i need the adds and the plays and the comments to be satisfied? i guess i truly did write watercrackers for myself, but its such a THING. hopefully time will kick my ass. like, the album, time. wintersun. still waiting. i mean, thats a whole different ballpark. not even fucking close to me. dude rapes everyones asses, EVERYONES. NO EXCEPTIONS. so that kinda shit is something to look up to i guess. with the 6 billion people and the will of third world nations to get internet, maybe more metalheads will go for the shit i like to shit. still a small ass percentage. ill keep it doing it. its fun enough just to create the scapes. maybe i can do pr for people who are good at like. i mean yeah dude well yeah. so maybe i could do some form of weird experimental yet catchy shit with some bass shits. venture outside the small list of parameters that encompasses everysong up there ^^^^^^. what tod o now? i have a mess of a kitchen, no food in the house and a rather small but stagnant mess perfectly evenly spread across this apartment. should i pick up now? get my life on track? yeah, then what. if this is what i like to do? i guess im a myspace/facebook fiend/whore. and i know it. so whats real? listening to metal i did not make while cleaning this house. and its not like putting shit in cabinets. dude. imna have to throw everything to the floor and reorganize "from the ground up". Thats pretty exciting. theres also a jar of cloudberry jam on the table, i have nothing to put it on though. maybe i can just open it (its unopened) and taste it. thatd be fucking nice. yeah ill do that. fuckyeah imna clean this whole fucking thing. its like 1715 right now, i dont care if im done by midnight. omg MADNESS here we go i feel it. yes yes yes im gonna do it. im actually gonna do it! fuckyeah! i mix in headphones. thats bad, but i get away with it.... because i compare it to shits and listen closely for shits. also, speakers. i use them. this place is NOT the right place for monitors. high ceilings are like...tits. theyre distracting. especially for soundwaves. should i stop now? almost there. mac and cheese, trader joes. it has a BITE. use half a stick of butter, a TIIINY bit of milk, and wondra to thicken the otherwise watery fucking sauce. so good dude. drunk munchies food like nooo other. a bit of a chore to cook it when inebriated though. i burnt my tongue checking a mac's consistency. Cattlepump. Brainstorms. Featherleft. Broken horn. big cabbage slicer document FUCK FILM. bring audio explosions. and have a nice day. omggg cleaning tiiime.