Hello. Welcome to what might be your first introduction to the deep underworkings of the very Max you know and most-likely love. This blog is meant to be a place where I post essays that have to do with naked aliens, the myths of sleeping in a bed, or maybe even what its like to have a super sense of smell. I will only make you one promise, and will do my very best to keep it. Here it is. I promise you that the more you think about what I write, the more it will unfold and you will understand it better with time. Like Novocaine, you have to let it work on you for a while.
The title has been several months in the making. It comes from an Incubus song called "Pistola" and I'll quote a little of it for you know.
On the tip of my tongue
an offense is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet
and my body a trigger finger
Yeah my pen is a pistola...
My secret arsenal
is an infinite ageless inkwell
Its a fountain of youth
and a patriot's weapon of choice
There you have it. Awesome. Sweet. Exciting. Feel free to comment, but please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
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