bullshit, what i wrote yesterday. thoughtless and stupid, like the 8-minute-egg in front of me. hope nobody read it. there is no average, except the one we define for ourselves.

album recommendations were rare in the last time, which was not based on a lack of good music. days ago i had massive breakfast with buddy onadaylike, who is always there with some precious hiphop gifts. like this time. a guy and his guitar, rapping the shit out of him. great album, great album title: plan b "who needs actions when you got words"