Get a cigar and a little bit of brandy and get cozy with the vibes of life, liberty, and the pursuit of sound. Sound is a slut. Sound is to your ear as Mushu Chicken is to a safe tongue. And you'll get through this trying time as you stroke your chin and wonder about life's mysteries.

Straight Flakes

I am in a sleepy Congolese river town listening to the rain beat down on the banana trees as the hypnotic guitars and rhythms of Soukouss music drift along in the humid night air......well not really, as my imagination entertains one of it's favorite mental escapes. It is there that I chose to spend my time, in the privacy of my own space....drifting through the mentally vivid images of a green, wet jungle lying there just waiting for me to come. Kitty wind do nothing hypothectically like the most sexiest forest woodYoy! floor temptation. You got me boost in society. You simmer in the low of big bruising where it can't fit me like my neighbor. For a moment, it returned in a ... Get up, snaft-tang it. Muck onion.