Welcome to the new world. It's all about college, up in Berkeley. Dealing with life, the universe and shit. And shitting several times a day. And getting sick. Sick of work, sick of caring, sick of it all. Suicidal sounds like a beverage. Maybe with some surfer guy on the back with a big smile plastered on his face and some retro 70s lettering saying "Suicidal is Wyld!".
The album should be out soon, as long as Fly Me to the Moon goes through. If worst comes to worst, I can remove it and just re-upload art. Or whatever. Time flies by whether or not you're having fun. See, now I'm a pioneer of cliche. That sounds like food. Would you like some Suicidal (tm) with your cliche? How would you like your cliche cooked? Sure, medium well, with no onions or garlic. Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your allergies. Yes, we are certified by the county health inspector and no, we haven't been attacked by man eating Koalas today. Suicide? Oh, Suicidal. Why, of course! We carry all Suicidal products.
