Mark Fell into my pervue on a summers eve as i sat in contemplation. An overly sadistic reacharound had stationed my mind in a place not reminiscent of that Jackson Oakes novel of the same name. My own indecisive syntax was nagging at my ears to find a new coupling of sound (not unlike Gregson Lilach’s prose) and hearing of that I hadn’t experienced before. Again I entered into the matrix of thought caused by years of yearning and a diligent consumption of the works of Michael Schmidt, and his cohorts. I took a short break to consider my own intelligence and just how interesting this all was, before again succumbing to my scottish yarn of harmony and discord and my chai tea topped with aoili oil. Those who have made it this far and are willing to look for more, I thought, will be enamoured by what I’ll say next. Bilf max ontel ruf, animas neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit. As interesting as I am, I fear that I may not have yet achieved the status of such greats as Bilb Ono, Dick Dousche, or even the great Terry Bruge-Hiplo. Though such conveniece store wanderings and sharp, incandescant approvals of Frank Zappa will and only ever will be truthful, I again must restate that this is all very interesting and spiritual. My ego knows no bounds and the creative universe that I’ve constructed for myself will not be torn down by any man or creature. By the way, this is an album review. 9/10. what do you think?
Mark was deceitful; Now he needs to stand at night. By night, by night, by night, by night; During the night, you slept at night instead of the new snow on the abdomen. Come, a cool evening, and a dark night, I’ll give you a Roman, when you die, take a few stars, and make the whole world work. In the night, And do not stand to God at judgment. Oh, I bought a rooftop of love, but I did not grab it, sold, not satisfied yet. Suspectors and Supreme Court members have raised Markus Fouil’s case and the court is now known as ‘defendant’, and the defendant has not been convicted. 7.5 / 10. What did you think?
Mark fell over and broke his arm but being ever the forward thinking sound artist he decided to write a max patch that translated the noise of his broken bones rubbing together into a repetitive piece of electronic music comprised only of 707 samples and the lately bass patch from a TX81Z. After this he met a woman and had a baby who later became a sound artist making similar music to his father, only he chose a different name under which to establish his career, eschewing that of his father.
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What a waste of resources
LOOOSER
You spika wit accent. You no good. I report you to ICE. You go. You go!
Mark Fell? Help him up.
I tried but the hole is too deep. Poor little Mark is trapped. He’ll die alone with only the thought that he once released a tea towel.
Eno=onE
Mark Fell into my pervue on a summers eve as i sat in contemplation. An overly sadistic reacharound had stationed my mind in a place not reminiscent of that Jackson Oakes novel of the same name. My own indecisive syntax was nagging at my ears to find a new coupling of sound (not unlike Gregson Lilach’s prose) and hearing of that I hadn’t experienced before. Again I entered into the matrix of thought caused by years of yearning and a diligent consumption of the works of Michael Schmidt, and his cohorts. I took a short break to consider my own intelligence and just how interesting this all was, before again succumbing to my scottish yarn of harmony and discord and my chai tea topped with aoili oil. Those who have made it this far and are willing to look for more, I thought, will be enamoured by what I’ll say next. Bilf max ontel ruf, animas neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit. As interesting as I am, I fear that I may not have yet achieved the status of such greats as Bilb Ono, Dick Dousche, or even the great Terry Bruge-Hiplo. Though such conveniece store wanderings and sharp, incandescant approvals of Frank Zappa will and only ever will be truthful, I again must restate that this is all very interesting and spiritual. My ego knows no bounds and the creative universe that I’ve constructed for myself will not be torn down by any man or creature. By the way, this is an album review. 9/10. what do you think?
who’s this insufferable cunt
^ this is not my consensus review. IMPOSTER!
Mark was deceitful; Now he needs to stand at night. By night, by night, by night, by night; During the night, you slept at night instead of the new snow on the abdomen. Come, a cool evening, and a dark night, I’ll give you a Roman, when you die, take a few stars, and make the whole world work. In the night, And do not stand to God at judgment. Oh, I bought a rooftop of love, but I did not grab it, sold, not satisfied yet. Suspectors and Supreme Court members have raised Markus Fouil’s case and the court is now known as ‘defendant’, and the defendant has not been convicted. 7.5 / 10. What did you think?
lol jackass
smoke more drugs from your teat hardstylboy
Is hardstylboy the new Coach Dumfi?
Mark fell over and broke his arm but being ever the forward thinking sound artist he decided to write a max patch that translated the noise of his broken bones rubbing together into a repetitive piece of electronic music comprised only of 707 samples and the lately bass patch from a TX81Z. After this he met a woman and had a baby who later became a sound artist making similar music to his father, only he chose a different name under which to establish his career, eschewing that of his father.
a lot of good inner sex within the penis that day