It had to happen sooner than later. Yesterday, I, for the first time in my life, woke up somewhere without remembering how I got there! No big deal, I still was at home in a bed, only it wasn't my bed and I made a big fucking mess to get in there. But I don't remember shit about it, NOTHING! Fuck me! All because of the
'cheapest wine all over Europe' (according to the mighty
King Khan and I'm sure he knows). So obviously I felt like a big pile of donkeyshit yesterday (I felt like puking all day,
you hippies were lucky that it wasn't hot!) and I'm still not feeling that fresh right now so I've been listening to a lot of mellow jams (yes, I do like 'dreamy ballads'
despite what that talentless dogfucker claims on the Hypnos 69-forum, everybody knows Hypnos just keeps him around because he buys all the stuff on Ebay they tell him to!). So here's a 'dreamy ballad' by
Brother JT who obviously knows what hangovers are all about, '
Nowhere slow' is how I felt yesterday after I fell into a '
Big black hole' (thank Satan for the
Oblivians). And
GG Allin knows what Marx really likes: '
Fuckin' the dog'!