Trails and Ways
My Things
Trails and Ways are so fucking WEIRD. It's like it's an amazing scented afterbath lotion, but it's also got eyeballs and teeth.
Just when you get comfortable and start feelins all up on yourselves, shit gets creepy. It's like sitting down to masturbate and getting about 15 minutes in before you realize there's a guitar player standing in front of you and he's MELTING YOUR FACE OFF, yet casually allowing you to continue your quest towards climax (quimax).
"My Things" sounds like something I'd put on the hifi, walk away from, begin cleaning, and then realize I'm in the mood for self-lovin', so I'd take MANtters into my own hand and all of a sudden, THERE'S THAT DUDE PLAYING GUITAR RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE JERKCHAIR!
WHAT THE FUCK TRAILS AND WAYS, HOW DID YOU DO THIS?