as much as i dearly luv spens, i finally get to vote for my sunkilmoon, aaron and motorfucquinhead this time, with a lil wicked animules on the side. i had never heard that martin simpson, and i liked a bit of it... the words, the pickery... that pattern of speech flow i can't describe, but the irish priest who presided over my wedding had it. mwhaha. (lorddd, watch me be insultin some fucquer around here, when i am tryin to compliment. that priest made the lord's prayer feel like a frolickin puppy lickin yer ear.) what was really cool about it all... martin's pickery matched the pattern somehow.
er... where was i? oh yeah.