This is how it sounds.

Mmmm. What a seductive message to a creepster lurking behind you at the bar. Or an ill-placed bumpersticker from a wayward activist. Either way, words to live by. Jus' cause some of us dance to the beat of another, don't hesitate to



You should hope to end up here, that means you moved me.

Macho Poncho

is not ok..."Oh hey I'm in Old City on a tour of the nation's 1st capital so I have license to parade around in Glad's finest ensemble and pause in reverence at the site of every inkling of historia while my skank tourguide daughter pretends she lives here although she drove me here from Yardley. Thank God I picked up these bobos on 8th and market on my way down so when I fall face first down a flight of slick slate penn's landing steps the bums can pillage my pants for Abraham's copper likeness."

Poncho's are only ok at amusement parks and Penn State tailgates. You are only allowed to buy one while it is raining canines and pussy cats. I don't make the rules I merely abide by them.

We're getting there.

Thank You Slim...

For allowing me to vent through your sick head. That way I can just sing your songs and not have to deal with my own thoughts.



This website may start to be fun again. I can feelz it.

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

I got dumped 'cause apparently I "lack passion." Which is funny cause I got dumped a year ago cause apparently I'm "too emotional." Coincidentally, both bitches told me I'm "spiteful and immature," and a "childish douche bag."

Hey Rita do you think I woulda fucked you out of your shoes that day (see above pic) if I lacked passion? Hey Sad Girl do you think I would have had the balls to talk shit to that dude you had call my phone if I was emotional? No I wouldn't have.

Don't get it twisted, perception is reality and I don't give mixed signals. . . one love.

Where is the love?

I think I left mine in Hungary. I wonder where L-Boogie's went...

Full Circle

You ever tell yourself so? Feel like above image? Let me just announce that I am a prophet. Motherfucking Roman Grant + Jesus squared. Not in the sense of speaking the God's word or turning H2O to cognac, in the sense that - I know what is going to happen in the confines of my own life. Despite this, I incessantly try to see the good in people. FUCK.

"Why must I be like that, why must I chase the cat- it's nothin but the dog in me."
- George Clinton

Is this dude Fur Real?

I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check, yeah
I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck, yeah
Take a picture, click click
Take a picture, click click
Check me out! Yeah I know what I'm doin'...