Oh my goddess. A taste of your "there's a cactus farm in my ass"-vocals. I love them. I love you.
Not that I'm so thrilled, as I shamelessly downloaded your whole album already. :Smokedev: Yeah, I know. I'm bad. But I had to. Couldn't stand that Nevershine had played that dozens of times to me when we were having some beers at his place, and I always was... well, a little drunk to fully enjoy the experience.
I'm naturally going to buy the thing as soon as I get my hands on it. Unfortunately buying records has become an annoying thing. Majority of the albums I'm looking for are nowhere to be found, and the little underground distributors that could carry them have outdated web sites, invalid email addresses and don't answer faxes or even phone calls. Fuckwits. Cunts. Twats. Pooftahs. Wankers.
(...and all the Finnish record shops carry mainly Dimmu Borgir and Khildren of Podomm. Retards. Enthrone Darkness Elephant.)
Aww shit. About the time to get my lazy ass off the couch and go to work. Night shifts rule. And my new favourite working hours, 0600-0500, rule too. Life rules soooooooo much that I want to crap my pants. I'm slowly losing my puny little mind.
(Ninjas rule too. They're awesome and cool, and by cool I mean totally sweet.)