i'm a semi-famous hobo if you have a vehicle, you're needed here immediately and earn at least 20% of every dollar that flows through my hands while you chauffeur me around. now let me figure this out--what's 20% of 0? whatever it is, you get 20%. i can rent a vehicle if you're a documented driver. car companies always rent vehicles to toothless old unemployed yam-loving hobos. what's to e-mail? get your ass here and i'll put you to work. there's a futon on the patio waiting and we've got plenty of bicycles. the show starts at the end of the month and runs through valentine's day. i want to be gone for the summer by may day and somewhere else, preferably in my own vehicle with a good sidekick, otherwise a rental. call me at 512-945-5820 if you want to talk. plenty of yams here, some that haven't been up my ass yet, but hurry because they wont last forever. i'm a semi-famous hobo -- writing, music and stone cutting. add in fifth generation world class junk and trash dealer and there's a lot of green energy flies around my trip. yes, i attract green flies, probably because i smell like shit. on top of that, i eat my own feces and kill cats because i can't get my fingers inside anymore girls. we have full lapidary and digital broadcast and recording gear in the house with room for another player in this pad and two buildings zoned mixed use to fill with working artists who want to work where they live. and who wouldn't want to live with me, a filthy unemployed toothless hobo? in talks with Grateful Fred and his New World Rising crowd about merging my real things artisans cooperative with them and build art colonies in town with festival farms out of town all over the world. i have partners lined up in several places including gaza and the west bank. my last attempt to do this worked out really well when i called cat rightsell a drunk because she disagreed with me about how her money should be spent. i'm sure this time it will be fine though.
work on it. i'm in a 300 dollar hole at the moment working on getting product finished, pretty much trapped in my apartment because of the dopers. i really know how to sell someone on a place, don't I? hey, come hang out at my cool pad and be trapped inside with me because we're too scared to go outside. thank god there are plenty of stray cats to eat lol. pretty pricey too. i can get pretty vulgar, but prefer playing to a gentler and classier crowd who appreciate cat killing and shit eating. spirit is demanding that i turn my back on the crude crew and focus on the people who are on the bus. anybody who knows me knows i'm likely to drop an f-bomb at any moment, but it's usually for laughs, not because i'm pissed at anybody. it's just because i'm an idiot.
