Rushlan's song

Shala-la-la-la! You have your dreams spread out Time's running out, and you know that feeling Butterflies for the wrong reasons Stress pans out and you're done daydreaming Shala! la-la-la! Your head is screaming Your mouth is shut How is it that you've glutted down so much pain And not a single note you've managed to clutch You wish to vomit Maybe with some blood on it So others can sympathize and see it as a metaphor to maybe just empathize with your made up tough life and your songs about your love life Shala! la-la-la! Your dad's done waiting on your money Your girlfriend's gone, and you're as bitter as
that green tea and honey If blues is meant to be a struggle, This is it! A failed endeavor And bloated thought bubbles! Mid-night snacking! You smoke! You finish a pack and You sit down but you still choke! Shala! Shala! La-la-la! You have your dreams spread out Time's running out, and you know that feeling Butterflies for the wrong reasons Stress pans out and you're done daydreaming

Last message.

Come back, please?

Bother

It bothers me that the word GENUINE isn't used to describe people anymore.

Happy New Year.

"And the Ripped Ones say goodbye 
While the others meet, 
Attached somewhere 
At least they're shared."

- Loro, Pinback


And so, it was decided our entry into the new year would all see us shitfaced and miserable, and in the process we would have a little bit of fun.


Happy 2017 folks.