sip·ri·o·ca

I've got two new hobbies:

1. Liberating baked goods from my new job (destined for the trash can) and watching seagulls clusterfuck for them. (A yuppie was caught in the midst two days ago, made my day)

2. This: //www.agj.cl/files/games/prosopamnesia/

So, I could rant and ramble about this new jam I've uploaded here, or you could just hit that play button, then open a new window and hit that link up.

Try listening to "Plans" by Bloc Party with it too, chills me out heavy.

Hope you dig the sounds, it's called "Hall Echo (Gweneth Screams)" and concerns death in a bathroom trough.

So, last night I rolled a cigarette out of tobacco that I distinctly remember refusing to smoke, because I got sand in the pouch while celebrating the end of my HSC at the beach, and not only that, I used note pad paper, as apparently highschool me was too much of a prick to leave me any papers.

Funny thing is, best cigarette ever. No shit.

To be fair though, I hadn't had a smoke in three days, so that might have had something to do with it.

Anyway, I think this song needs a better name, maybe y'all could help me out with that, but at least this name gives me an excuse to post this sweet picture of Goose.

GOOSE IS DEAD, MAN!

So, I downloaded Hammerhead today, a drum machine program that hasn't been updated in over ten years, apparently. It totally kicks ass. This song I made with it however, well, you be the judge.

It's called Underwater Air Pocket and it's a life-wasting three minutes long, my longest yet! Sorry, I got carried away. Hammerhead's just too good! Anyway, tell me what you think. Am I too vanilla to lay rhymes? Should it have just stayed instrumental? Should it have never existed at all?

I smell like sex, feel like trash. Why do I always feel so dirty afterwards?

I actually remember the first time I masturbated. I'm pretty sure it was one of those situations of really needing to pee, but being too lazy to get off the couch, so holding my crotch at the tender age of, oh I don't know, around seven, while listening to Madison Avenue's "Don't Call Me Baby, my eyes were opened up to a world of endless fun. What a fantastic accident!

I've always found it funny though, that it wasn't till someone told me what masturbation was, that I got this terrible sense of it being wrong. Anyway, this song's for that great Christian sense of shame I still haven't been able to shake. Anyway, I hope this jingle doesn't offend anyone, as it has no intention of the sort, just something I was humming on the way home that I thought I'd jam out real quick.

So here's another one, I won't babble on, as I'm off to party at Mardi Gras, but considering this one's a lengthy almost two minutes, I'll treat this like a rain cheque to rant and rave later.

I said I'd never get a tumblr, or any blog for that matter; with one small loophole.

Blogs are stupid and shit. Most of them anyway, and I always imagined mine would be too, but I did leave that small loophole for myself, that if ever I had something to write about outside of the day to day filler, ie. some thriller, then fuck it, why not?

So, I've decided to start a blog, and to keep it thin, I'm going to make a rule. I won't write more than you can read, in the time it takes to listen to whatever lowest-of-fi recording I attach.

This one is 46 seconds long, so, the end.