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I woke up and realized that Robots seem to control my life in both good and bad ways. I’m surrounded by beings that have different levels of control in my life which are autonomous and ferrous-metal based.

(Christians)

(Suburbanites)

But mostly my music comes from robots and that is the majority of my influence.

Let’s just hope the fucking Terminator doesn’t show up, or if he does he’s got some damn clothes on. Arnold is getting to old to be parading around without his shirt on, let alone naked. That brings back nightmares from seeing Iggy Pop shirtless at a concert in the 90’s…even 14 years ago his ass was at grandpa status.

In other archaic relics who actually should have died long ago, let’s not forget George Clinton. It’s incredible considering, or perhaps due to, the amount of chemicals this man has ingested through out the past half century or so, that he still remains on this corporeal plane let alone semi-upright. Although it was pointed out to me that he more than likely is kept in cryo-freeze in Berkley and is only reanimated for the annual return of the Morthership and to plug for Steve Job’s candy colored lozenges.

Honestly though George, why Crack? You have more than enough money/status than to be picking up some rock…that’s just sad. Or maybe the Cartels have him on some sort of crash pad black list. Maybe we need to do a fund drive. ‘Help P-Funk pay off their debt to the Columbians’, buy a box of cookies and Bootsy gets a speedball!

Speaking of robots owned by organizations, I return to my longstanding theory that The Rolling Stones have been dead since the early 70’s and the current ‘band’ is in fact animatronic robots owned by Disney.

I’m going to cap this with a shout-out to one of the oldest touring performers who actually matters to anyone outside of small selective circles…B.B. King, who led the conspiracy to kill Stevie Ray Vaughan in a delta-blues ethnic cleansing campaign in 1990. A few years later, due to a pact with the European Blues Conglomerate, headed by that one dude from Cream, reparations were made by backing a new Caucasian bluesman boy.

Ultimately though, the great blues man actually continues his touring to support the legions of illegitimate children spawned though out the years at each town. Keep ‘em coming B.B., may your ancient semen still be viral. But you took out the wrong Stevie when it came to cleaning the Blues-pool.