prize fighters on the brink of a precipice

next to the leather couch in the control room there is an ancient globe, set on lizard's feet flaky with age. you can lift the top off of the globe and inside there rests an array of goblets and shot glasses, begging to be filled with the choicest liquors. outside, the sky is indistinguishable from the ground. justin has just made some home fries and they smell bangin. yesterday evening we all celebrated rather hard; making merry whilst recording the latest song. lots of screaming and head bobbing. many howls. growls. shaking jowels and trowels digging into the back of our throats, searching for the bloodthirsty dave the goats within. as far as the album is concerned, the songs don't sound the same. it is a concept album about variety. it is a convenience store, where one can buy strawberry blunts alongside succulent pizza pringles. ice cold doctor pepper sharing quarters with peanut butter. our first video is going to be alex as the genie of robin williams, juggling stars and naked babes and yelling. i'm tiiiiiiiiired today we are recording the cello and some clapping and tambourine shaking. jade is arriving this evening to lay down some vocals. disregard that part about anything being a concept album. we were just joking around. and i think we're almost out of brandy! i hope that everyone is staying inside and chilling the fuck out today, the roads are nasty.

sweet dreams