I’ve almost finished
Packing up my life but I
Think I’ve lost my mind
You’d be hard pushed to find a shitter band than Insane Clown Posse. Their particular brand of offensive sub-par misogynistic rap-core seems to attract retarded fans by the score, who dress up as clowns and assert that “nobody understands them”.
“Jugglos”, they call themselves. Well, we do actually understand you. I know it seems weird, but we understand really well, you see, we just think you’re all massive twats.
Anyway, today I was feeling a little creative, so I took an ICP song (well, I say “song”, I don’t really know what it should be called), “Miracles”, and transformed it from a crappy rap-core song into a traditional folk dirge. I tried to make it moving and epic, but as I was pushed for time it’s a little rough around the edges. Still, the people who’ve heard it seem to think it’s good, and have suggested I make some more.
What do you guys think?
Fusion Gone Wrong: http://youtu.be/AAj4_1PLLL0
Today’s song is for Heather.
I made this a while back after reading an amusing product review on Amazon for some expensive audio cables. Not much more to say really. Turn the lights down.
So last night I had a bizarre dream in which I scrawled a grafitto in the form of a poem on the wall in a dressing room of a theatre. In my dream I found the poem hilarious. In real life… well I guess it’s still kind of funny, although I have no idea what it means. Here is that poem:
White girls can party;
Fat girls can roll.
White girls can 27;
Fat girls can porn.
NB: I have no idea what “27” means in this context. Nor have I ever used the word “porn” as a verb (transitive or intransitive).
Mint and tea tree oil
Shower gel leaves skin tingling…
My balls are on fire