I'm just going to let you know about my ear drums. They have a ferocious appetite, dod gamnit they do.
Hennywayz, I love myself some musical pie and am interested in the unknown pies of the telemarketed universe.
Don't ask about my knee-caps that got blasted off by an italian echidna named charlie brown socks.
I ate all his musical garlic bread and that was the price of it.
I don't believe in any specific type of yoda. I do believe that yoda has a very big receipt list, so don't try to shiste him.
I don't know how to do anything. :'
Sony acid studio 5.0 cuz i'm a ho.
tell you later
My influences are usually whatever musical spices that are given to me or left for me to unveil to myself. I try to have a healthy influential diet but sometimes I drift off on radio station filth flying filth.
I'm just going to categorize my music as weird because I don't know what genre they would be considered. They sound like my brain trying to radiate sound off my spinal column(or the loops of you nice people).
I live for a living