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03.01.06 by Widge @ 4:09 am
That's why you kept IMing me. Turn that shit down, you said. Hell no, I said. Not my fault that my psychic amp is turned up to 11. Put on your tin foil hat. And you said, hell no–it itches when you wear it. And I said, tough. And you said, okay, fine, at least quit playing that Mariah Carey album. And I paused. Then I said, um, whose mind are you listening to? 10. "Silent Seven" - Controller.Controller Incidentally, a new chapter of Overkill is live here. Okay, that's it. That's my rhyme. Take it to the streets. Taggification: music, overkill Filed under: General BS and Projects
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.
I must need to get my psychic ears cleaned out. Becuase I've been IMing you for entirely different reasons.
Comment by ScottC — March 1, 2006 @ 7:57 am
Thumbs up to "blue." I'm trying to listen to the rest right now.
Comment by Ripp — March 2, 2006 @ 1:04 pm
I can't get into that Imogen Heap track. Or the band. Never could. Great mix otherwise.
Comment by Goose — March 3, 2006 @ 1:28 pm
Thanks, Goose. Yeah, normally I'm not a vocoder kind of guy. I hear any recent Cher tracks–where she seems to use one in EVERY! SINGLE! SONG!–and it makes me want to hurt orphans. Of course, Cher does that to me in general, so maybe that's a bad example. But regardless–no idea why it works for me in that one. I go on odd musical tangents.
Comment by Widge — March 3, 2006 @ 1:46 pm