Five years ago, I had my head expanded by a Roland Space Echo. Things have never been the same since, as one might suspect. For instance, I now have significantly more difficulty entering and exiting automobiles. To add insult to injury, I drive a small japanese compact car. However, these days, the insult has been slightly subtracted from the injury (well, it's not an injury, really, but more on that later) as, at the gas pump, I pay $25 to stuff my near-empty tank while the '87 Ford Boogie next to me, rolling to the station half-full, shows no sign of being quenched at $50.
In any case, back on topic. Five years ago, I had my head expanded by a Roland Space Echo. Things have never been the same since, as one might suspect. For instance, I now have a significantly more unique hat collection than anyone else, due to my cranial realities. To multiply my hat collection, I sold my old ones. However, unfortunately, the collection (well, it's not a collection, really, but more on that later) now exceeds the realities of my closet. While my neighbors enjoy a full hat collection confined within their closet, my collection is now divided, and I have hats all over my easy chair, and I have to move them when I reach the bourbon phase of the evening.
In any case, back on topic. Five years ago, I had my head expanded by a Roland Space Echo. Things have never been the same since, as one might suspect. For instance, I now have a significantly lucerative contract with Rephlex records, due to my cranial realities. To exponeniate my bankroll via album sales (well, they're not albums, really, but more on that later) I spraypaint web URLs onto luxury automobiles. While I enjoy record profits, my neighbors now curse a blue streak at the state of their '07 Lexus Asshole. I laugh as I reach the bourbon phase of the evening.
In any case, back on topic. Five years ago, I had my head expanded by a Roland Space Echo. Things have never been the same since, as one might suspect. For instance...
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