Just when I thought I could hack the long wait in solitude, a swarm of color rods move in and harass me senseless...
It's been two weeks locked up in this garage now. I'm kinda just learning to run wit it.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
AT THIS POINT I'M STILL ASSUMING THAT NOBODY CHECKS THIS EPIC BLOG.
Does a soul know where the BIG PINK is?
Also met a BIG PUNK at Target today. He claimed to have, "...bought two vests to wear at my punk rock show, I wear them as my flair."
BIG PROPS TO big IDEAS!
...one amazing thing about computer nerds is that they are fuckin' down to flaunt their shit!
(looking deeply in my eyes, attempting to hypnotize) "you know I got
Back to the Sunset Terrorist...
I've been ordered to name and put a face to all the local wiseguys.
Flew out and landed in the wrong hands... art thugs. Now I've been sentenced to three months in a locked garage with only drugs and beer to fuel me... it's the recession, I know it.
Leaving the Angels.
Re-LAX-ing
A little catching up is in order.
And so the race begins again. Another planet, new spaceship. asked a guy about the 2010 model. they had one left so here goes.
