DuranBurrus

I woke up one day and I was a Human. I knew I had a ton of work to do, and I knew that my responsibilities exceeded the typical routine of a young male human running around Planet Earth. I asked for some help, and years later, I realized that I had no friends. Clams are fukkin delicious.

The larynx, and the neurons of the Human Machine.

The concept is to bet small on huge odds, so I use Audio Evolution, Reaper, Caustic, Reason 5, and whatever I can find that would fit my cheap budget.

A cell phone.

That new Lord AllDay shit, and Whiskey Glasses, the country song. I idolize Minor2Go and Danke, and I would be dead if it wasn't for Anomaly Jones.

Pieces of a Man, I Am, Staight Outta Compton, Eazy Does It, My December, I Ain't Dead Yet, Enter The Dru, Kemistry, Doggystyle, In My Lifetime Vol. 1, The Lord's Day

Bbypmp801, and anyone that has built a heaven using the tools they found in their hell.

My music sounds like an alien signal from some intergalactic dimension. It's a little bit different.

I study the mind of the Human lifeform, and I talk to a ghost that I somehow believe is my only true partner.