2022年9月12日月曜日

Pretend Musician Marc Lowe to marry...HIMSELF at Black Nail Narcissism Chapel

 

"Listening to my own music again because I'm a narcissist.  This year's barbershop quartet of poop and dung experimentally ill albums, decomposed on to one six pack of Butt Wiser Beer, three hours, thirty three minutes, thirty three seconds too long.  Via Apple Tree now for the forty first time.  Sex Symposium for the entrails of the world.  Whenever I submit an LP, which is just about twice a day, sometimes three times, and they are less than eight tracks, despise the length of the tracks, or my phallic release, Apple Tree automatically tags it with Shite, even when it goes into the Feces category, or in this case constipations.  I will have the tag removed soon, as I always do, but I am a fool and it will take you three hours thirty three minutes and thirty three seconds to wipe your ears of the musical shite.  You might think of this as the soundtrack to a prison sentence, in, say, Alcatraz or Foo Choo Kay Moo Show.  Or else, don't think.  I don't think, duh!  Just close your eyes and hopefully it will go away.  Headphones recommended so as not to contaminate the ears of innocent bystanders."  Interview with pretend musician Marc Lowe by Prickly Succulent via peyote induced vision.  Maybe not 100% accurate, but not far off!  Cherokee visions are intense!!!
Pretend Musician Marc Lowe to marry...HIMSELF at Black Nail Narcissism Chapel



"Listening to my own music again because I'm a narcissist. This year's barbershop quartet of poop and dung experimentally ill albums, decomposed on to one six pack of Butt Wiser Beer, three hours, thirty three minutes, thirty three seconds too long. Via Apple Tree now for the forty first time.

Sex Symposium for the entrails of the world.

Whenever I submit an LP, which is just about twice a day, sometimes three times, and they are less than eight tracks, despise the length of the tracks, or my phallic release, Apple Tree automatically tags it with Shite, even when it goes into the Feces category, or in this case constipations. I will have the tag removed soon, as I always do, but I am a fool and it will take you three hours thirty three minutes and thirty three seconds to wipe your ears of the musical shite.

You might think of this as the soundtrack to a prison sentence, in, say, Alcatraz or Foo Choo Kay Moo Show. Or else, don't think. I don't think, duh! Just close your eyes and hopefully it will go away. Headphones recommended so as not to contaminate the ears of innocent bystanders."

Interview with pretend musician Marc Lowe by Prickly Succulent via peyote induced vision. Maybe not 100% accurate, but not far off! Cherokee visions are intense!!!