the Stupendium

Let’s Get it On in My Mind - Marvin Gaye mashed up with The Pixies

Let me put some MOBY in your head.

This is a great music video so just shut up and enjoy it.

No Diggity - Blackstreet

shorty get down, good lord

one night you’re going to come over to my place with an angry look in your eyes and there’ll be a stand-off between us before someone gets thrown against a wall and pinned down on the counter. it’ll be intense and visceral and this song’s gonna be playing in the background.

just saying.

Toby Keith was an obvious choice…

i hate myself for this. 

…whatever. I enjoy it. haha. It’s a chill “on a boat soakin up sun” song, at any rate. 

And there is something about a girl and a kiss that leads to something more.

I hate that my cousin has me enjoying some country music again…

i hate how poppy this song is. but i can’t help but love it. i apologize for nothing.

Teaching myself to play this. Heard it today. Suited the mood. 

i think i damaged my larynx screaming this song while driving through illinois today.

and i’ll be good!
liiiiii-iiii-iiiiike i should!
waiting and such!
misery… i NEED…

YOUR TOUCH! 

For most of my followers, this’ll be the first time you’ll hear me speak or see me in action.

You’re welcome.

It’s the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It’s my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it’s my car
It’s the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It’s the cat box it needs to be changed, it’s the pain
It’s women, it’s the plight for power it’s government
It’s the way you’re giving knowledge 
slow with thought control and subtle hints
It’s rubbing it, It’s itching it, It’s applying cream
It’s the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It’s in my dreams
It’s the monsters that I conjure, It’s the marijuana
It’s embarrassment, displacement, it’s where I wander
It’s my genre, It’s Madonna’s videos
It’s game shows, cheap liquor, blunts, 
and bumper stickers with rainbows
It’s angels, demons, gods, it’s the white devils
It’s the monitors, the soundman, it’s the motherfucking mic levels
It’s gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil’ and mommy’s pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It’s bloods, crips, fives, six
It’s stick up kids, 
It’s christian conservative terrorists, it’s porno flicks
It’s the east coast, no it’s the west coast 
It’s public schools, it’s asbestos
It’s mentholated, It’s techno
It’s sleep, life, and death
It’s speed, coke, and meth
It’s hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It’s reality, fuck it , it’s everything but me

Fix You