Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Mint Imperials

Right up my frig-alley, for sure. I'm that guy who is always siked on scrolls and paper planes. Via FLWRIDER.

The weather is so mean. I could actually lean on the northerly wind at the Upper Parliament crossroads this morning once my early-doors puncture party had ended. Got a nasty snakebite bad guy all up in my tube after recording some new Cold Ones demos until super dumb o'clock last night. Sounds brazenly radical; Suicidal meets FEAR meets Dead Kennedys (actually so) meets The Who.

A little boy threw Mint Imperials at a window pane in a friend's dream during last night's hailstorm.

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