12/8/08 2:30-2:50

For far to long I have been out of this fable in which I use my imagination as my work table.  I need to get back this fantastic artistic splat of being able to spit out rap like I was on crack.  Smell the air and tell you how it might stare and possibly share its intellectual concept of how it gets you and I to smell dog s**t or even someones ability to spit up some of the sickest melodic interests in consumerism that will have you wondering about pluralisms of the imagination.  All this being consumed just in this nation.  What I say will one day be a possesion capable of creation long term depression.  The world aske me to share this concept of stare that most peole arnt even aware.  Recite my lines throughout this time and realize your intuition to relive this cataclism.  Produce this through mass consumerism and realize I just sold sound.  As if I had the right to be so profound.  Possesion in this antic of reproducing such crazy tactics will have you mezmorized in a stare to want to share this sound you have here.  Believe me when I say its time for this melody to move into something new.  Contain free form imagination of your ability to hear different words and melodies that will create harmonies of inconsistancy.  I magine a world of free productivity to produce fresh smells everytime I go to sell.

-Andrew DeRossett-