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and the last shall be
first to the curb with the madcow meat
facing the parts of a regular cell
when he woke up high in cholesterol hell
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Take take the medicine tastes great got the key to the city and wake bake
waiting for the media shitting a 12 zipper gang paint
the origin of a thievery leader will take place
two coke bottles adorn the road toddler
raffle the refridgerator gaffle a nilla wafer
and no role model provoked em to shift focus
cause he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen
one by one like little confused penguins
larsony's yes men ooze for used weapons
like a bitter little barker jaded without the bucket seat
is dumb enough to feel the republic go on the fucking thing
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alright enough of that. i was just satisfying my ocd and trying to figure out what the fuck he was saying in that song. turns out it was about shoplifting. amazing.
anyway i have fulfilled one goal of mine. i have finally done something that i set out to do. I mean, i accomplish things, sure, but it's almost never the thing that i set out to do in the first place. every few months i'll find myself in some strange city painting a mural or something and look down at myself like "didn't i come here to temp?" one night i found myself learning to solder speakers and shit, i had just gone out for milk. wierd.
anyway i got a job doing illustrations and graphic design for thatotherpaper.com . i get paid to play with illustrator and photoshop all day long. best job ever. here are some things i've done for them:
I'm doing about 9 more of these, they're signatures for writers. this is chad looking all project grizzly
this is the title for an article about ale
This guy was like "i just want a picture of me with like, an ass ton of food in front of me. and i want it to look like that other thing" i kinda crapped out on this but meh.
aaaand finally, if i play my shit right i'm making a website for the austin film society. this is the prototype. i'm the greatest motherfucker ever.
spite club vid soon.