Today i was thinking about how paul has recently endeveared into the anals of rebirth and acid. he has tried once to create his own original composition and he feels as though he is almost summing up to the veteran, my buddy, the man, the myth, you love him, you hate him, you love to hate him, jeff... no... mike else.

Mike is the best musician in the entire world.

Mike is the most talented musician ever concieved by the human mind... ever.

He begins with a simple drum loop, or a clever chord progression, or quite possibly a condom filled to the brim with human feces. Then he closes his door, we hear a series of childish screams, and out comes the greatest song ever to come forth from any male's genitalia, and a wall covered in shit.

Paul, you've got a long way to go...