Friday, August 22, 2003

the cursed
dear adam paysse. thank you for making me listen to this. its like the soundtrack to a bar fight at sturgis. at one point i was like "this sounds like if nine inch nails wasnt a bunch of fishnet and eyeliner wearing ninnies." i guess they're not really ninnes ... not in the justin timberlakes brother sense of the word. or whoever that little annoying bastard is related to. yeah. this is the music i envisioned playing when i invented the concept of the "house job." -- a house job is like a "lawn job" (where you drive your car through someones lawn ... thereby killing it) except you drive a huge 18 wheeler right through their house. its like a home invasion only way more badass because there's a huge truck involved. so there you go. the cursed sound like a dude driving an 18 wheeler through a quiet suburban house. its a beautiful thing really.

the end.

hey mari barger ... that was me and chris raynor that used to do burnouts across your lawn all the time. thats what you get for living on the corner. and you'll probably never read this. oh well. i hear you have a giant dildo collection now. good luck with that. (note: that dildo thing is actually true. i really did hear that. perv)