I might beat your ass. I composed this on the bus on the way home…put it to a simple guitar riff and here you go…from mind to reality…as quick as that…
ripped of, shit on, tore up, and spit out
I might beat your ass. I composed this on the bus on the way home…put it to a simple guitar riff and here you go…from mind to reality…as quick as that…
ripped of, shit on, tore up, and spit out
Sweet Chairman, what happened?
Nicely done, sir.
Mr. Chairman, I am thoroughly impressed. Now, addressing CandyOno’s concern–What did happen?
Someone was reading over my shoulder…the CIA had just gone through my hidden collection of Chairman Mao patches….I stepped in a pile of dog crap….and if that wasn’t bad enough…I had diarrea…
Remember kids…art doesn’t need a reason, only expression.