Here's an album of mine that was released on 9/11. I'm bringing you into my 18-year-old world of stupid, useless, over exaggerated, suburban American problems. I guess I'm a "breakcore producer", but more so am a disappointment to my family, a suicidal failure (4 times. FOUR FUCKING TIMES), and a walking abortion. I've been mind fucked by Prozac, over protective parents, Over the counter drug abuse, therapists, and a high school who's students should be hanged along with myself and the friend of mine that they pressured into suicide.... Ahh fuck my story, just listen I guess.
Cheers from the depths of hell. The outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Crazy Gnome
01 I Love My Morbid Mind
02 Suburban Spaceman (Secretly Recording Your Parents' Conversations And Then Sampling Them In Your Songs)
03 Over Protective Parents (This Shit Is Emberassing)
04 Beautiful Music (For You To Die To)
05 Interlude (Not Being Confident In Your Tracks)
06 Saying You'll Get Your Act Together and Then Realizing You're Lying To Yourself
07 Suicide Bag
08 The Art of Always Being Stepped On
09 You Moved On I Guess
10 The Song About Acting Stupid In Public Or Something
11 I'll Do Whatever I Damn Well Please