i'm going to start a loud band

we'll practice for a while and finally get a gig and i'm just going to make noise on guitar or play bass, and then at our first gig, we're playing our song and i just start screaming

WEARY WEARY WEARY WEARY WEARY WEARY WEARY WEARY WEARY

over and over like 100 times into the microphone, not because i'm particularly fond of the word, but just because it got stuck in my head

and the band, while confused, soon decide that all our songs should just be us yelling words that got stuck in our heads, and we release an album on capitol called

PANCAKES PANCAKES PANCAKES PANCAKES PANCAKES (REPEAT 100 TIMES)

pancakes so many times we have to put the album out in one of those old long-ass cardboard cd boxes they used to come in when cds were new and exciting.

and maybe inside the cardboard box is a piece of balled up paper that sort or rolls out when you open the box and it continues to read PANCAKES PANCAKES PANCAKES until it unroll on the ground, obscuring the feet of the consumer

at which point PANCAKES turns into CONSUMER CONSUMER... just twice because it doesn't flow when you type it.

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sometimes i write things that i think are great. alot of the time. they're really interesting or stupid or just make me think "where did that come from" or...

maybe great is a strong word.

anyway, i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i enjoy writing them.