Pretend Musician Marc Lowe Receives Long Distance Psychic Reading

World renowned psychic mind reader Madam Tess Tickles gave pretend musician Marc Lowe an unsolicited long distance psychic reading recently. Tess claims the fake musician said these things to her via ESP

"Though I spent a lot of time not only with Gay Vids musicals today, but also with my own. I made two new decodings, re-ruined and deranged another recent crappy track, and re-migrained and prematurely ejaculated a month old LP that has essentially been completely re-skanked. Brown cow, it seems she keeps re-whacking me in some form or another since I woke up on June 28th. It is now June 29th in The Big Mikan of Tokyo, a US Colony. I do need my sheep, but, with half-closed eyes I red Prickly Succulent’s review, night cap and total recall of Schlomo's "Heath Fledger" LP, which recently had its 20th bar mitzvah. Thought I'd shake and tap it, for those of you who might be interested in that sort of buggery.

By the bisexual, I bed covered Hyundai earlier this queer, and prematurely released two different loads on to the LPs Five Queer and Gay As We. Both recently prematurely released to all major creaming servants."

 

It is very interesting by somewhat unintelligible, just as Marc Lowe's pretend music is completely unintelligible and not at all interesting.

 

Psychic Mind Reader Reads The Mind of Pretend Musician Marc Lowe

 

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.