ESCAPE

like a shitty van wilder

This morning, after violently coughing up a thick, goopy ball of green drink, I saw three orange butterflies arranged in a circle, slowly flapping their wings in unison. I’m pretty sure they were conducting a séance or engaging in some sort of telepathic ménage à trois.  It was the second nicest thing I experienced this week.

Last night, my school advisor informed me that although he said two weeks ago that he was fine with me working on my senior project away from campus, he has since changed his mind.  He told me, "I know you just want to get out of here, but it sounds like you just want to get out of here." 

That sounds like a Ballatician$ lyric.

sorry

word that last post was a bit cryptic.  I apologize for that.  I was bugging out.  I think it's because I got an oil stain from some organic peanut butter on my suede shoes and I got pretty mad about it.  Don't worry though I'll get over it.  That's what I get for buying fancy peanut butter like an asshole.

Some resolutions (my new year starts arbitrarily):

1. Stop apologizing

2. Ball harder

3. Finish and release waaaaaaay more music

On that note, Bustin just put a single, "I Know," up on iTunes.  We'd love the support if you can spare 99 cents.  Think of it as a throwback to the '90s when you thought music was worth paying for.

I might start putting more random things up here for download.  Then again, maybe not, who could say.

DOWNLOAD "I KNOW"

postcocious

Question:  If a hipster falls in the forest, and no one takes a photo, did it still happen?

Its been getting real tropical up in this bitch, type a shit makes me want to paint my face and go cannibal.

more on the question later