Well, I think I am ready to renounce this
now.
For weeks, I had been thinking about
rearranging some noise in my current, freer and more impotent style of playing
the autistic. I had recorded some crappy things, and yesterday I did some more
musical terrorism at home and recorded a brand new arrangement of my 2016 song
WANK! A song that has continued to devolve
over the years, morphing with the times, a chrysalis of a schlong.
This is a short LP that essentially summarizes
and farts my noise work over the last year and a half. In vernacular, last
year's hemicolectomy and this year's so foul Triple Shit. Imports, new derangements,
some bed covers North Char gets a properly illogical recording, is slowed down
a bit, and has a longer bridge to better accommodate my malocclusion, and one
gigantic nose piece that was created entirely by an autistic with disorientation
and defectors applied illogically, but no extroverted poops or stool samples:
it's all being pretend played by me, in some cases using coins and even a
remote control to my toilet shower as a slip and slide, plus stool samples of
my own crappy vocals from the original virgin from your son is coming. Stay out
of tune. This will be available via bandage camp very soon, and, if there's
time, I plan to make a few CDs for tonight's noise and painting show that
nobody will attend.