Tale of a self-tagonist. Love Yourz.

“Please, treat your garlic with respect…Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don’t deserve to eat garlic.” - Anthony Bourdain

There are three types of industry trainers.

Jackhammers to Jackalopes.

Fuck it, Jager bomb?

Why does this keep happening to me...

If we're hanging out.  And you pull out this bottle.  I will smack the sequin outcha' asshole.

Don't look at me like that.  Don't you dare, look at me like that.

Misfired American Dreams.

This is how this is going to go, folks.  Whoever gives me the card first, gets to pay.

Happy Birthday!  You deserve it.  You just don't deserve it all.  A` tout a` l'heure bitchboí, as the French say.

A stranger in strange lands.

Quite frankly, I aim for delicate garnishes upon splatters of frustrated & artistic fuckeree.  I'm like a rhythmic soupe du fuckin' day: reduced for purpose & twice recycled for good measure.  That mad flavor doe'... #freakoidcampaign

Hands, in the, air, now - scroll past like du-du, now

Everything in it's place, and everything in moderation - including, moderation.  Bout' to run my mouth about a whole lotta industry nonsense.

"I had just taken out a lease on a voice.  And it was my own.  And I was going to engulf it in flame and pound away until I had a samurai sword.  Rocked the shit out of my Outkast mixtape on that walk home later on."

There's a slight breeze and 82 god damn degrees of perfection, and you want me to turn the heaters on?  Go sprawl your fat ass out on a rock, you lizard person.

Pandora's Box opened just long enough for the caged crazy to wreck havoc upon themselves, only to be repackaged in time for tomorrow's table.  Hope existed before and will carry on after; just hit play and let it happen.

Placebos for self-progression.  Here we go...

"Marla's philosophy of life..."