So, as you may have noticed, there's a new Mungolian Jet Set album emerging from the writhing vagina of creativity that is Mung HQ in the coming weeks. And you may even have listened to some of the samples HERE
But I honestly can't say I give a shit about it.
I'm being dragged to the Punkt Festival in a few weeks, while right now I'm left for long hours without any sentient contact outside of the internet (and that can be questionable in terms of sentience) - oh yeah - and generally deprived of kebabs and strong liquor.
So, in short, I would like you to utterly IGNORE this post, and all future posts I make. No more comments, no more messages, no more emails to me
. I am taking this opportunity to turn my involuntary exile to a world of shit and silence into a meditative retreat from the world and all its anal phlegm.
Goodbye, cruel world. I'm on vacation.
Go listen to the Mungs instead, and enjoy the illustration and quote from a William Faulkner novel.