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New update on Lee's facebook
Hey, sorry for the rudeness of my last post. I decided to write poetry about it rather than just go straight to the point.
Thirty three hundred and sixty-five day-long years ago on the corners of a venue, there was a dude so tall that his head melted with the transluscent shades of light aiming to the ground, placed on the roof ; later I found his tallness was inversely proportional to the size of his drumstick. Incidently a drummer began eating elements of subconscious American culture lately like donuts and all, like he thinks he is cool or what, but he can be replaced by a beatbox - you can't disrupt me ! you can't disrupt me! oh i feel like i'm going mad, like if I was buttoxed as the bassist does; and she doesn't even live in NYC anymore. I decided to leave the boat to live alone.
Hope you like it
Leeisfree
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