noxious toxic wool without vibe just hell fire on the mind of a male sound cat. like hell. i remember stealing my brain from someone else through headphones, how about you. where bulgaria was as great as san francisco. and the pollution just bread kindness, but they get on our nerves in a quest. the sound is the answer. sound could make a million , but first one must realise the value of a sound before putting work in the sounds you create. like an iron ship to the moon or personality deleted. as the soul boils, remember your first egg soldier? the anarchy was broken by the notions of skin, so said a hulk of a man. but the idea was no to listen, pay attention to those you dont know, as you pray to make like them, you will have to meet them, like a wild bbq sandwich.. to relate you must insert cretit into the jacko bucket and under stand micheals finger work well enough to electricute a radio. that is burnt out brown, in the time stools of mankind. the gen x the enemy of rock. fade away as you were too mean to me. only the bullied would relate. but thats not me i am the sound man..i refuse the weed. i am kiltless in a world faded in the church department, wise as a bird.