today I spoke with a liar over the pornophonic connection.  The Conversation stretched for miles per hour.  His liquid “flash-lies” were the most fast delicious ever.  I was told by a reportor that now was not the correct time, and that I should call back in whone whour.  The new drums were whispered quietly. the harder that you hit them, the quieter they got.  Totally wrong!  MAYBE NOT GOT TO SEE THEM BECAUSE THEY HAVE ONCE TOUCHED THE SKIN OF INFANT!  Every number I called was wrong.  Let me know when you’re finished wasting my time on money.  I’ve come and gone.  He came and went.  Try it again everyday.  I need triagle shaped strings for my new guitar because it’s broken like a home.  Oh, and by the way….oh boy oh boy!!! My new name is spelled wrong. (Bixt.)