If sentenced to death which manner of execution would you request
Firing squad of waste high midgets?
Thrown into a pit a rabid raccoons?
Or
Listening to the soundtrack to High School Musical 2 in a padded cell with one open window that looks out over a 75 foot cliff, until you were finally driven to the edge of insanity and jumped?
Who would win in a cage fight to the death: drummer Will Champion or Staunch Republican and political commentator Ann Coultier?
If you had a one night stand with a groupie and left your favorite t-shirt at her apartment you would
A) call her up and retrieve it...no problems!
B) Forget the T-shirt and avoid a year of physcotic myspace stalking and text messages
C) Stalk her, learn her routine, and while she is out buying a life size card board cut out of you break into her apartment and remove the t-shirt from the shrine she has built for you? A.K.A. My house!
I've heard its lonley on the road, I'm relatively good company and I am not opposed to being the Designated Driver if the tour bus driver needs to get a drink...Keep in mind it took me seven tries to get my Drivers Liscense...however I didn't give up...persistence is key...can I tour with you?
If you had a lost and found box for your soul, what would be in it? (I give a meaningful glance here).
If it were possible to permeate and scent through the amplifiers at your show which would you pick?
The soothing scent of lavendar, which may cause your audience to become lethargic, nearly comotose?
The smell of plums, nearing a poignant state of decay? I mean pungent.
Gasonline, which would undoubtedly insue panic among the crowd, but also wake up the drunk in the third row whose river of drool was becoming a saftey hazard. Slippery when wet.
I think artist and writers, are always writing (lyrics) in their heads...Would you agree? Do you hear the words in any voice other than your own? Mine, are always in the prophetic voice of Twilight Zone creator and host Rod Sterling.
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