I turn up the Skinny Puppy and dream of my future craft band/gang/crew, Skeinny Puppy. I have it all planned, due to my anal retentive nature. Then the thought of people and being in public and socializing kind of freaks me out (by “kind of”, I mean “completely”) so I check all the locks, huddle up in my crafty corner alone, and resume my normal breathing pattern. It may seem far fetched, but a hook can dabble in the common activity of “dreaming”. Skeinny Puppy would be intense. Mega intense.

I can’t show most of their videos for fear of someone possibly loosing their breakfast onto their keyboard, blowing up their computer, and blaming me. It happens.