S-S-S-S-Studio Part 2
Hello all,

Well, awhile ago I posted about us getting back to the studio. The process was pretty fun, and a learning experience to be sure. We are going back today to finalize the mix. We'll have some new songs on the site for download. Enjoy. I would personally suggest CrackWhore for any Fluben Z'cah mood music.

"Joined in a gang bang for a twenty rock now every last guy has shit on the cock"
With romantic words like that, how can you go wrong?

Drama....
Sometimes it's too much for Don Benedicto to handle. Then Don Benedicto starts refrerring to himself in the third person, like a super-star athlete, and that's never a good thing. Other times it makes Don Benedicto want to kill people.

Either way, remember these words of wisdom

Fuck yo couch!
I'm Rick James bitch!

Studio S- S- S- Studio
Hello all,

Well we've spent the last few days recording at Alibi6 recording here in Lawrence. So far so good. We have three master tracks down and are perfecting them. Soon a (no less) than 4 track EP will be available to all who want one. (Get them while they're still free!) The guys who run the place are real cool. We call them the Adams (both named Adam) and one is the synth bass player for vibralux (www.virbalux.org) an awesome band! Check out their website. Fluben Z'cah, no?

My precious part3
Well, day 4 is here. Day three was the worse, but to be honest day 4 isn't much better. I totally expected to wake up today and be free of the physical addiction (what I experienced last time I made it this far) but today has been rough to say the least. I am going to Allens for some poetry tonight and everyone there smokes and smokes and smokes and smokes. I fear tonight will be the greatest challenge yet.

My precious part 2
Well, here it is, day three, the hard day, the day that will ultimately decide the fate of my non smoking. The third day is the worst day. The day where your brain and body do everything in uts collective power to smoke again. oh you're bored? have a smoke your brain says. What your neck hurts? have a smoke. What your arms and fingers and legs hurt from the lack of nicotine? have a smoke friend, one smoke won't hurt, one smoke won't ruin anything. but i know, one smoke will hurt, will ruin everything. I know one smoke will make me fail, and I must quit for those little asian kids on the television commercials who say the smoking is bad for me. I must do it for them, because they are rich actors and that's their job dammit! Man oh man am I freaking out over here. I am jonesing. I am bored at work and that's not helping. When I quit smoking I added about 25 to 30 minutes back onto my work day. I used them to work and now i have nothing to do which sux cause all i can think about is smoking. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

my precious.......
Whoever said that quitting smoking is worth it is a fucking asshole. That's all I have to say about it. What's worth it? The pain? The lack of focus? And for what? Some money? So you can breathe better big fuckin whoop dee doo wah

We were on the radio!
Well, another milestone hit. We made the radio waves. They played Killing Game Version 1 - which is like a slow dance compared to version 2.

Thanksgiving Foul
Forgive my idiocy...but I am not from here and I often wonder what American's eat Turkey on Thanksgiving for? They are such a stupid creature, so stupid that if it rains, denizens of foul our murdered by the falling drops. So why does this stupid creature represent freedom?

Ah l'orage a passe. .....
Sometimes, even Don Benedicto has feelings and emotion (though not very often). Mostly, I get feelings when I am done with fluben z'cah with some sexy young girl, but sometimes, I watch the movie and le tears just coming pouring out. Ah l'orage a passe, mon ami, l'orage a passe. .....

Something really pissed me off
You know, there are some people out there, some ruthless fucks who never let anything die. They don't seem to understand that people make choices. Sometimes, the choices are bad ones. Usually, we try and correct our behavior, or reflect and learn from the poor choices we've made. Then, along comes somebody who won't let you forget. In my country, those people we tie up to a tree, then all the men and diseased women go rub their genitals on their faces until they beg to be let go. Then, in the following weeks, they develop scabs and puss, and no one let's them forget how they got that way.

Stupid assholes! I hate them!