January 30, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
But nobody’s in the trap house.
Of your mind.
The word of the day is: Bitten.
|[ bit-n ]|
a past participle of bite.
Man, the kids were stoked to get to bite themselves for this one.
I was just gonna use my arm, but the hairs on it were making the camera focus super weird.
And I was shooting and focusing one-handed.
So the kids volunteered as tribute.
Plus their little kid mutant teeth leave way cooler bite marks.
I’ve been listening to a lot of trap instrumentals this week.
Mostly to tune everyone in the house out while I work.
If someone isn’t mouth breathing/making random noises just to make noise/talking about nonsense/hysterically fake laughing like a banshee at any given moment in my house it’s a fucking miracle.
I really shouldn’t have ever stopped making beats back in the day.
That was hours of fun.
And the technology is way cooler these days.
Maybe DJ Wallywiznatch will come out of retirement one of these days.
But not today.
I’ve got some puttering to do today so I can rest tomorrow.
See ya’ then.
More soon. ~SC
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