Sooooo....

I'm gonna make a wild guess and say you guys didn't like Things To Do Today...

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I got a cheap Strat, fuck-upery to commence soon.

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[akarock]

Eh, wasn't your best work. Still better than me. I haven't written any fics. But I might ponify this story I wrote:

The Kid Who Was Swallowed By A Couch

Jimmy Williams was a twelve year old boy. He had no idea about the events about to transpire that day. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and Jimmy was bored just like any other twelve year old boy who was cooped up inside on a Saturday. His parents had left the house to go to the supermarket, he was home alone with nothing to do. His eyes were caught by the crimson leather couch his parents had found outside the abandoned house four blocks down the suburban street on which he resided.

Without a second thought, he sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV, searching channels for cartoons and other television programming a twelve year old boy might find entertaining, when suddenly he was hit by a sudden wave of lethargy and he slowly started to slouch in his seat. He then noticed that the change in his pocket had fallen into the gap between the cushions. While five dollars might not seem like much to an adult, to a twelve year old, its a small fortune.

His hand dove in between the gap for his lost treasure. But the inside of the couch was empty, hollow even! Weirded out, he attempted to retract his appendage when he noticed: his hand was stuck. Wait! Not only stuck but being pulled in by some sort of invisible force. His lethargic state wasn’t helping with his endeavors to break free.

"Help me! Help me!" he cried, "My couch is trying to eat me!"

Unfortunately, his cries and pleas for help were met with silence. His parents weren’t home and his voice wasn’t loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Not to mention the fact that no one could possibly take a person screaming to be saved from man-eating furniture seriously.

Slowly the cries for help turned into “Mmf, mmf!” as the couch had engulfed poor Jimmy’s head. When his parents got home, the only part of Jimmy’s body that hadn’t become couch food yet was his right foot, hanging out between the cushions. His mother dropped her grocery bags and screamed and his father tried to pull Jimmy out of the couch by his foot, but it was no use: the couch was too powerful. Poor Jimmy was a goner.

"Dammit Frank!" his mother shouted, "I told you not to pick up that couch and see what happened?"

"How was I supposed to know the couch was cursed?!?" yelled his father.

After the events of that Saturday, Jimmy’s parents threw out the couch, agreeing to never speak of it again. No one knows where the couch is now but rumor has it: It’s still out there, seeking out foolish individuals to make its prey.

Yeah, in other news I'm working on college applications. Though after this week my schedule clears up and I can finally get started on all those thing I plan on doing. Today I started writing a song about a cheap chinese made unlicensed toy robot called Thunderclap Pioneer (That's the name of the robot). An EP may follow, or at least a couple songs.

Also been obsessed with this song lately:

yup.

[Nic-Fit]

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I regret nothing

Go for it, man, why not?

Please call the EP Thunderclap Pioneer, that is amazing.
Swervedriver, nice. Have some Ride

[akarock]

2586789 holy crap I should totally name it Thunderclap Pioneer! The other weird toy robot name I found was Potency Excellence.

[Nic-Fit]

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i.imgur.com/uKdpLij.jpg

Beat-Magnum True Hero tho

[akarock]

2586820 i just hope what ever sweat shop this shit keeps coming from doesn't sue me.

[Nic-Fit]

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Name all of the songs after cheap robot toys.

It can be a concept album, then.

[Dark Avenger]

2586789

Dat song was neat

Reminded me of this somehow:

[akarock]

2586855 maybe. I do have an idea for a concept album, Songs About Satan. I've got two songs written for it already: one's called My Friend Satan and the other's Succubus In Cutoffs.