Monday, September 6, 2010

WPS

This is one of my favorites of all time. I think because it doesn't have that "fake real song" smell.  You know what I mean? It's like spraying "new car smell in your 82 Citation....It's okay but everyone knows.  This one just carries me along with that dizziying grind and scratchiness...whoa! lookie there! a heavy beat. mmmmm...happiness.

So off I go into the woods with my Lenny in hand.  Labor intensive, but we're down to crunch time all my good warriors.

Hooooooyah!

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