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One of my better tunes I would say kisses for anyone who listens! |
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Wasn't really enamoured with the introduction, but enjoyed it when the bass came in and the beat normalised. Nicely produced, would have benefited from a coda :p |
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thanks for listening yeah i'll admit it's sort of a strange intro, but it's only 20 seconds and I like the way the voice kind of sweeps it away before the real tune comes in. kisses! |
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ishlikit. it get super lucky best song award! |
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thanksicles! and kisses, of course. |
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My organized cells conventionally greet your organized cells, I exclaim disguist, and increase the intensity I feel for the grossness of your pursed lip pressings with expletives! My organized cells brought a remix into existence by shaping sound in honor of your organized cells. Start in an upright position on your feet, move around on an axis about your center 810 geometric degrees, and perform 357 distances covered by a single step. At that point in space, remove the earth with a shovel, spade, bulldozer or claw until the length of the opening is a measurement of 3 instances of the diameter of the third planet from the sun and your organized cells will obtain by search or effort a 10,000 365 day period old trademarked type of plastic tight-sealing food container, the whole of which is occupied with unpleasant odor emitting short ankle stockings in addition to the remix. Sninsnearly yours, Pissinanny McFuddyPuddy the 9st of Arabia |
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Wow, this has to be an amazing coincidence, but just last week I was just moving on this axis about 810 degrees and I was like "hey, maybe I should hop on one foot 357 steps and dig a hole over there!" So I started to dig. Not shortly after I uncovered a nest of pincher bugs, so I knew I was on the right track. Eventually I found your tupperware and put on the ankle stockings and listened to your remix of the song I had not yet created, then I remixed that remix of my track and made a new track out of it. I'm still unclear as to whether or not we frenched mouths but that's a tale for another day. |
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Hob Foggert was a boy, no older than 10 or 12. Like most boys his age, he has the irresistible urge to crawl through his neighborhood sewage system and "pan for gold." Sometimes he put what he imagined to be golden nuggets in his mouth, as he had learned in class that gold was a "softer" metal, and one bite could tell you if the nugget in question was true gold or an imposterous rock. As he swirled the "gold" around in his mouth, he clenched his hands to his stomach. This gold did not taste so good. "Ooohhh," Hob cried as he fell to his knees, and at that moment he heard the tell tale sound of feet walking through the murky sewage. He turned around, and there it was, a man, dressed in in a sunflower gown, with half a beard (the other half clean shaven), no nose to speak of, and a chain connecting an eyebrow piercing to his ear piercing. "Hello," said the man. To Be Continued. |
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Hmm... 'Hello'... what a gripping ending! Its a cliffhanger. Maybe the man will say "hello, I am god", or "hello, I like jello", or maybe just "hello" and nothing more. Or maybe a sewer crocodile will suddenly lash out and bit him! This ending salutation is leaving me on the edge of my seat! A greeting, hmm.. why would this man greet this Hob character? Is there some diabolical hidden agenda? Is he selling life insurance? Perhaps he is an alien and 'hello' means something completely different in his own language. This Hob Foggert is an intriguing character as well. How did he get such a weird name? Has he ever found any real gold in the sewer? Does he have any pet cats? Hmmm.... |
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Nice tune, make it longer and pump the bass up a little. |
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Thank you for your comments on Wolfslice Topic: Hobs Foggert! Unfortunately, due to the high volume of comments in this topic, Wolfslice may not be able to respond to each of you individually. Rest assured though, all appropriate comments are forwarded to him. Please enjoy a off his forthcoming LP "Back That Ass Up and Twist!" Sincerely, Hob Foggert Wolfslice Public Relations Representative |
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It's nice, but needs to develop a bit more. Perhaps do something different at some point in time. |
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thanks DM, the listen is much appreciated. |
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i like the pad and bass, the beats are nice too. pad really gets intense imo.. if its possible to develop a longer version would be cool, but i think its fine either way., |
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Like some otherworldly demon, the man locked his heavy gaze upon Hob Foggert, his large black pupils quivering then splashing around a bit before nestling into rotating kaleidoscope patterns. Hob stared back in a trance, mouth agape. An opaque red light formed between them, accompanied by the sound of a light saber. Though both remained level there in deep damp dripping dilapidated depths of the draining doodoo, the man was slowly rotating like a record in Hob's vision. An earthworm slowly inched its way from the man's right gaping nose hole into his left over the course of 5 centuries which took 5 rotations. Every century the man's chain would glisten with the intensity of the sun divided by 2.346555555, briefly revealing a recursion of himself and Hob. "ssssssJJJhhhhNAKkkdffff" said the man and instantly everything came to a grinding hault. "did your beard just talk?" asked Hob in an inquiring questiony sort of way, and even included a question mark. "no of course not" said the man's beard.. or so it certainly seemed. Or did Hob just hallucinate that? "I will trade you all of your gold for this stunning sunflower suit" the man said through his mouth as normal this time. Hob Flofiginargy immediately agreed and spew a stream of gold magma all over the man's face. True to his word, the man stripped his sunflower suit and handed it to Hob, now standing as a rather magnificent hairy naked specimen. "Take me now!" exclaimed Hob and the man began thrusting his massively erect member at him which soon ripped 'a hole' through Hob's clothes into his 'a-hole' repeatedly. "Ungh, NO... STOP!" exclaimed Hob in horror at the man's unexpected relentless thrusting. But the man continued and continued until cum started leaking out of Hob's ears and eyes. Finally... after some decades the man stopped and stood up. By now Hob was just a pile of maimed guts and broken bones. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you" said the man as he adjusted his chain and face gold, then rode away |
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o n a s e w e r c r o c o d i l e . |
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Jiminy Christmas, I'm away for 5 minutes and you boys single handedly molest and kill poor little Hob Foggert! Boys will be boys I guess! And Uncle Wolfslice hadn't even finished writing the much requested chapters about all of Hob's cats! (Fritter, Rolf, Samuel, Hirsch, Futtsex and Bottomz have subsequently died of sadness.) Here's a I made in honor of the late Hob Foggert. |
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(thank you for listening to my song cx, and you too futureimage) |
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