When i was 5 i saw a horrible car accident in the desert, the bodies of all of Jim Morrison's family were scattered across the road, i never forgot this. Later when i went to college, security asked me to leave because, i guess they don't allow bicycles in the science labs or something, and there they were again, the Morrisons, lying all over the campus soaked in bourbon flavored blood moaning, or singing, in low monotone voices about how they came to this country to fuck things and break thi...
When i was 5 i saw a horrible car accident in the desert, the bodies of all of Jim Morrison's family were scattered across the road, i never forgot this. Later when i went to college, security asked me to leave because, i guess they don't allow bicycles in the science labs or something, and there they were again, the Morrisons, lying all over the campus soaked in bourbon flavored blood moaning, or singing, in low monotone voices about how they came to this country to fuck things and break things and haunt people at least untill electronics could take over enough to help us forget about any real art form.This all proved to me that if you live in rock houses you should throw glass. And also if you rock in glass houses you should, well, live. And since rocking is why we are here i see no point to take it any further, unless, of course you are talking about a Merry Prankster kind of Futhur and then i see no point in not taking it I take OurStage very seriously, if i play my cards right it may be my ticket to getting on American Idol someday, which is my ultimate goal. I know that nothing is more important than being judged based on the first 15 seconds of my songs, except for having lots of friends who will spend hours voting for me. And my seconds biggest joy in life, next to watching Fox news, is judging others.
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