The gang from Saturn came by yesterday and we caught a movie together (JAWS vs RAMBO). It's amazing what can be accomplished today with 3 billion dollars, shitty writing and a 12-year-old boy’s penchant for masturbation. The score by Hans Zimmer's clone 214 was all right, but nothing like his original person used to write. What's more, the shark still looks fake.
|Wearing my standard issue single zipper black jumpsuit with two drink dispensers and moist towelettes.|
Okay, enough of this nonsense...
Still writing and recording and hoping for an end to this ordeal soon but I don't want to finish it angrily since that aspect of things will haunt me for a long time so I've got to be certain that I've made the best chicken salad from the chicken shit I've been handed...not a reflection on the song quality or subject matter, just some recent events that have been bugging the fuck out of me!
Oh, better go now, Mongo is here from Elysia 12 (just down the block and to the left of the movie implant house).
Love you and wish you were here!