"Take everything you know and write it on small slips of paper and put these papers in glass bottles and bury them in the ground for future generations... Because it is all pointless by now. It has been for ages in fact, but in these end times ending, a good soundtrack is needed, so as you write down your fragile index, partake of 1000 ARMS, a sound of the end... The sound of everything falling apart. The sound of everything bleeding. The Sound of everything becoming obsolete. The sound of the end is very much LOUD as opposed to a whimper. And as you finally realize all of this and then you finish your index of lifes experiences to bury, 1000ARMS plays on and much to your amazement, they have approached the end smiling, laughing and cheerful."
-shawn abnoxious
I bump my baba buddan's bootleg tape of 1000arms when I ride. but the library just doesnt feel the same today without gabe lurking somewhere in the background, where are you?
welcome to the ceremony the reception of reality the far off and away is here today it's the information age in your face turn up the sound you've tuned in to pleasure for the sake of pleasure our guest this hour xxx infatuation you love it addiction you need it and seduction you've got it now watch and listen as they speak their mind's little secrets swing your moods all about it and flavor your attitudes and appettites
