Must be the Season of the Witch.

Long night of rendering Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder & Willy Garte. Olympics motherfucker. Donovan is king. Red horse destroys brain cells and all that other silly shit. Five on the AM, sick sad world on my nerves. Sorry Pilot. Lets all drink coke.

DASMA WE'RE COMING FOR YOU.
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Odd Toddlers.

Hello, the hype is so mellow. Bitch I'm dope and my pipe is so yellow. The blue polka dots, pink stripes and its pink on the title. Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol.

Burn shit.
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Homegrown King Diamond.

Scissors. Glue. Stickers. Markers. Walls. Room. This is not street art. Fuck gallery shows. Moralists have  no room in an art gallery.

Kill them all.
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Vegetables and Two Beers.

The Ice King wears a magical crown so he could force a princess to marry him. That's the premise of every love story ever told. Watch the walls folks. They'll bleed only if they could talk. Question: is wheat pasting a strictly vegan thing? Or should we be buddy-buddy with Elmer like all the pre-school scumbags who sniff glue? These are the questions that keep us wide awake at night.

xoxo
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Arroz Caldo for Dinner.

Burgers and cheese burgers and fries and two liter cokes. This is not a political statement or an ad campaign. Start small scale until the whole world is covered, to block out the ultraviolet rays and meteors.  That is not a jab about global warming. Burgers and cheese burgers and fries and two liter cokes.