K, guys. I got off my lazy ass today *HA!* and with all the effort I could finally muster after all these years, I managed to set up a page at Geocities which I will try to update accordingly. What we'll do in here is spark some sort of debate (hopefully) in regards to whatever crap I have uploaded at any given moment, which should make clear by now that this is all in fact a cover-up for my entrepreneurial needs, seeing it fit to put up whatever worthless pap me and my acquaintances have conjured as of recent (and not so recently).
Breakfast burritos, college diplomas, and pipe bombs can all be flung this way:
www.geocities.com/dukemelaza/spacepoop.html
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Tuesday, 24 February 2004 01:17 (twenty-two years ago)
Wow, you guys ARE evil. Don't make me work too hard for your acceptance, C'MON!!! GAHH
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Tuesday, 24 February 2004 01:48 (twenty-two years ago)
Dear Ned,
It is not yr fault, my kind friend. Alas, the godawful thread title might have something to do with it. Besides, I have a good heart (UNLIKE THE SLIMEBALLS THAT ROAM THIS BOARD!!@#$%) I forgive all of ILX for committing a travesty of such scope!
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Tuesday, 24 February 2004 12:20 (twenty-two years ago)
Oooooh...uhmmmm...tee hee hee. Haven't really bothered to check. Dadaismus, I luvvv you. Anyway, there's a couple o' surprises hidden beneath the surface. Treat them like you would those easter eggs on DVDs or scavenger hunts or the pasttime of yr preference. There's the space teddy bear, the main Badtz-maru icon, the scared alien in the spaceship (lower right), and one more. Two of those will reveal pictures that have nothing to do with anything. Well, one does anyway. But the point is none at all. I just put them up for kicks, and debate (of sorts). Like Dada, but not really. The other two concern my musical (non-)aspirations or those of my (ex-)friends, who I think have a lot of talent which will go to waste were it not for my valiant record exec aspirations. These assmonkeys expect me to manage their careers, when I haven't the foggiest. I have vast experience in jackshit, a lot of cheap broken equipment, no money, and nothing to lose.
One of the tracks (you'll figure out which...) features Mr. Cacaman Flores' lil' brother on vocals, and yours truly, on guitar (where I rip off Be*t H*ppening's B*d Seeds for my own evil purposes...C*lvin, please don't sue!!!) and snare drum. It is tentatively titled "La Escuela Es Una Mierda". This single is just hook and bait to get you to listen to all the other crap I wish to compile and rule the world with, in order to archive the sounds of this wicked awesome collective of retards. Dig? The other piece, for now named "Beaut", seeing as it's quite beautiful, was orchestrated by a young self-destructive beautiful loser by the name of Giovanni D*f*nd*n*. Whole names will not be revealed just yet, except for my own. This is all part of the plan, as you can see. Just saving our asses from humiliation in case of total failure. I mean, who the hell do I think I am?! More info lata...
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Tuesday, 24 February 2004 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)
Download them at work! Yr colleagues will think it's a hoot!
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Tuesday, 24 February 2004 14:59 (twenty-two years ago)