i have done a punk album, an acoustic album, a grunge album...next up is a doom metal projec with triple guitars tuned down two half steps, distorted bass, trudging, experimental rhythyms, and ragged, shrieking vocals. it will be a testament to despair, depression, psychic pain, suicidal ideology, and self-imposed torment. but it will also have its fair share of sunshine, puppy dogs, and roses. If dreams were puppies, we'd all be up to our eyeballs in dog shit.

does anyone give a rodent's rectum what i think of anything? we shall give it a try. you want to know my deepest darkest secret? what brand of peanut butter i prefer? my favorite shows? what time i go to bed at night?