Finally dusted off the old guitar and microphone and busted out a new jam. I finished Moby Dick about a month ago, and there's some of that work's influence in the lyrics. Check it out on SoundCloud.
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Bad Poetry: Getting Old
To wake up Is to stretch the shoulders Pull on the neck Pop the back Crack the knees Bend the joints and listen To the cacophony of sounds...
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There's a question that has befuddled your brain for quite some time. You try to sleep, but you just can't stop thinking about it... -
Here's a shot from Amid Evil, because it is a video game. Here is an ever-growing list of all of the video games I have reviewed for ...
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