JT and I met fighting the evil priests in the
Astral Theatre...We'd put down the power
windows of his hummer and between his
throbbing, heartless drums and my aching
guitar we were able to send a clear signal to
the high priests that permanent waves of
freedom would ripple like a distant early
warning that they should fly by night rather
than roll the bones and gamble on their
chances of surviving our relentless seige of
Syrinx. Moving pictures will attest that my
caressing the tightly wound steel strings of my
guitar and the vapor trails of jt's burning skins
caused the priests to hold their fire. Testing
for echo, we rejoiced, and presto, the oracle
was right. the Solar Federation bid a farewell
to kings as the hemispheres of time and space
were reunited as perfect counterparts and
exuded grace under pressure in overcoming
the oppression of mediocrity. So, to say that jt
is a noble warrior is like saying that by-tor and
the snowdog are mere puppies.
jt and i used to beat up wimpy indie
rawkers while the two of us were
attending boarding school in vermont.
while the 'tards were listening to their
pussy-ass joy division and husker-du,
we were huffin' spray cans to
motorhead and wayne newton.
Sometimes, late into the deepest
dark of night, I ponder the
wonderment and irrepressible joy
that is JTR3K. It's a confusing and
beautiful place I wish I could share.
I heard that JTR III used to be a shill for three
card monty in Paris, but I just don't buy it. I
do buy his smile, his charm and joie de
jumping around and drumming.
jtr 3 was the best bus buddy ever (#21-
chicon) before he moved into a box in
brooklyn to become a fishmonger.
still hoping for some korean karaoke.
still hoping
ask you to put a leash on that beaver.
Astral Theatre...We'd put down the power
windows of his hummer and between his
throbbing, heartless drums and my aching
guitar we were able to send a clear signal to
the high priests that permanent waves of
freedom would ripple like a distant early
warning that they should fly by night rather
than roll the bones and gamble on their
chances of surviving our relentless seige of
Syrinx. Moving pictures will attest that my
caressing the tightly wound steel strings of my
guitar and the vapor trails of jt's burning skins
caused the priests to hold their fire. Testing
for echo, we rejoiced, and presto, the oracle
was right. the Solar Federation bid a farewell
to kings as the hemispheres of time and space
were reunited as perfect counterparts and
exuded grace under pressure in overcoming
the oppression of mediocrity. So, to say that jt
is a noble warrior is like saying that by-tor and
the snowdog are mere puppies.
osiris....they found the body of an ALIEN.
rawkers while the two of us were
attending boarding school in vermont.
while the 'tards were listening to their
pussy-ass joy division and husker-du,
we were huffin' spray cans to
motorhead and wayne newton.
dark of night, I ponder the
wonderment and irrepressible joy
that is JTR3K. It's a confusing and
beautiful place I wish I could share.
card monty in Paris, but I just don't buy it. I
do buy his smile, his charm and joie de
jumping around and drumming.
chicon) before he moved into a box in
brooklyn to become a fishmonger.
still hoping for some korean karaoke.
still hoping
and good-looking. potrei avere uno
stuzzicadente?