hi im karl and im such a hipster...i sit on sofa's in art parks and totally dig on lamps and clogs. did you know i play synth? of course you did, we all play synth
aryan race heroin monster eating salty tulips and evil lakrits wearing wooden clogs whilst IKEA shopping for a windmill, you know they do that? sometimes always only on weekends the fonz purple Volvo caps-lock smoke and a pancake. heaheaheahea
Picture if you will a courtyard, 30 grams of nostril distillate four bags of hemp, claus dinger on bass and enrik on footstool those were the days, well mostly until i was told about a guy who was senior head honcho at a local kelp farm the guy was a mariculture genius, the bill gates of the sea ranch world that guy knew habitat modification like it was something else, he died teaching his son the pan flute apparently he took so many drugs his ball skin shrikwrapped his testis and so forth until so, no warez talk please
At its current rate of evolution, the 2013 X-Factor will be a karaoke contest in a terminal illness ward.
hej jag är Karl, men du kan kalla mig logikz. Jag talar som en knarkare och även jag älskar Jump-Up och dubstep. Jag gillar också bli knullad i röven av Black-Homo. HARGLE HARGLE HARGLE HARGLE HARGLE
i like to drink vodka at work and talk about the late 60's. what a time that was. did i ever tell you that i bought a nice suit from china once?
what worries me is the story about the kelp farm. who wrote that? did the birds tell you to write it? you are richard toejames, a lovable rouge, good with songs on vinyl and the dropping of the beat or whatever it is hallucinogen addicted single teenage mothers say these days, but no great asset when it comes to matters of the mind intellect, which is why this story worries me (particularly the pan flute part). ---------- Post added at 14:25 ---------- Previous post was at 13:53 ---------- also you can shut up tone. that suit built me up just to let me down and i blew all the rest of the money on peyote and morphine and then, come christmas, im stood with no pants and a tiny jacket. looked a right tit i did. microwave pizza for dinner. horrible.
WOW, i drank alot last night... is that you reality? Im going to get goofed of my tits on goofballs. Should really spend more time in the studio. I once lived along a magical land of wizards sleeves. ---------- Post added at 15:30 ---------- Previous post was at 15:29 ----------
