Each morning, i wake up and don't want to get out of my bed. am i depressed? do i see that each day that passes by on the relentless hand of time is a solar cycle closer to my impending death? alas, no. i just know that a bed is warmer than the cold, hanging atmosphere of my small bedsit room in Bristol.
you would be wiser to ask the people that know me about me, for what i may say isn't necessarily the truth. For can one truely understand oneself? Well, yeah, there's a tiny margin of error, unless, of course, you are a complete fuck-up, in which case, good luck to you. if you did chemistry, knew you were a geek and enjoyed it, then you would be happy too.
you love prog,
Dave.
check out this band. they are shit hot.
also, check out my other band. this page is a work in progress, so stay tuned.
Listen to us now, why not?
http://www.myspace.com/tanksarerape
