A nice cyclical poem.
About Quinn drinking a beer.
And looking up the stairs.
Before leaving to see a movie with friends.
Then I accidentally crashed my computer.
By unplugging the video card.
In another attempt in vain to silence the rattling noise.
Then I found myself in front of my house, talking down a man.
I had been outside talking too loudly on my cell phone.
And he had come to tell me that he did not appreciate hearing it.
He waved his shaky hands around, muttering in his sentence fragments.
Shook his head and yelled about not wanting any more of me.
He was very, very big and very, very upset with me.
I almost got my ass kicked.
In other news, I got a 2 against 3 TR808 Jam in my sequencer all ready for the big party on 20th.
The whitest MC Battle ever fought.
Urban Pirates vs Golden Girls.
Live via Pay-Per-View !!
It goes from dumbsteady rap to dumbgeneric drum&bass and back again.
I can't help but think Troy and maybe someone else will really like it too.
and stars... and stars... and stars...