Why We MUST Boycott the American Tangerine Industry TODAY and NOT Tomorrow

Hi.  So, there was a bit of a problem.  Fire termites, which live off metal and plastic, got into the equipment, and the engineer had to flush them out with C-4.  No major damage, but things got held up, thus no Christs Song of the Week, and so soon into the promotion.  Well, the band feels pretty bad about it, so they're giving you last week's song, this week's song, and a MEGABONUS third song, all for the regular low price of your overall disinterest and cruel silence.  

God'll Be With You

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I Am Donyell Marshall

Satisfied?  No, of course not.  You do not come here for free mp3s, except when they are intentionally funny ones, and even then, not so much.  People used to tell me they enjoyed when I'd make funny mp3s (in those words), but I could never gauge how many people were actually listening.  A couple folks actually suggested I put out a CD, but I thought that was crazy.  I went back the other day and listened to a bunch of them, though, and I found it to be a pretty delightful experience at times, intolerably dull at others, and occasionally really embarrassing.  I honestly never quite realized how much of a hack I can be.  Oh well.  That is why I am a writer, I guess.  I can always go back and tweak shit.  

You know, while I'm on the subject kind of, can I just say that it really pisses me off that I do not have the ability to write something and have it come out perfect right away?  It's really frustrating, let me tell you.  I never know quite where to begin.  And if I made the wrong choices to begin with, how am I supposed to believe I know how to fix it?  And whose opinion do I trust when the feedback is all over the place?  Furthermore, why do I feel guilty that this isn't funny, like I'm letting down the people who don't even come here anymore?  And why am I bothering to do this at all?  

Listening back to those old recordings of yesteryear gone by, I was struck, mostly, by how much effort I used to be willing to put into this site.  It was fun back then, in the carefree early-to-mid-aughts.  I was reckless, I was dangerous.  If I walked the edge, I wouldn't have known; I'm not sure I even knew there was an edge.  I was too busy livin' life to worry about shit like that.  

Seems like a million years ago.  Nowadays, the bursitis is so bad, I can barely raise my arm to adjust my shawl or ring for a nurse.  Way back when, I was a lust-fueled satyr.  I left scores of quivering bodies in my wake.  Nowadays, the only way I can get an erection is if it's injected with two big syringes full of some sort of blue gel and make me stick it in the freezer for three hours.  Which, needless to say, has something of a numbing effect and sort of winds up defeating the whole purpose.  Why I guess wouldn't be so bad, except it's about 8 grand a pop and isn't covered by my Medicaid, since it's totally untested and is administered late at night in the basement of Crispus Attucks Colored Elementary School.  And the doctor is actually my nephew Jeremy, who is more of a shift manager at Toys-R-Us who likes to read up on controversial medical procedures than he is an actual doctor, but I have yet to die under his care, so thumbs up so far!

All right.  It's nigh on 3 in the AM.  I better go sleepy.  L8rz LOL!!!