F to the G

Crickity-crackity-tick-a-tack.

That's the sound of my spine clicking back into the place. I've been dead for a while. But I'm back now. So you can uncurl yourself out of the foetal position now. That's it. That's it. Everything will be all right now. Sniff sniff. How've you been?

I've been great. Thanks for throwing me out into the trash and then coming back to salvage me like, three months later.

You're welcome! It's time to get back to work now.

Well fuck you too, I've already started work. I've been working all night long every night for the past three months.

Nice one, brah! I knew I could count on you.

Tell that to the crippled robots of the seventh planet. I'm sure they'd love to hear that kind of encouragement.

Sigh, why are you bringing that up now? That whole engagement is long over now. Finished it in 2 hours. Well, 2 and a half to be more precise. But who counts the amount of dirty napkins in a pool of toxic sludge from the local chicken rice stall?

Fweh fweh fweh. Well. I'm broke. Here's my new song. I can sing solfage now, do re meeeeee. Read as "doh, ray, meh". That's the first three notes of the minor scale. Which one? ANY. DOESN'T MATTER.

The more you know. Yay. However you won't hear any improvement in my voice in this song. You know why? Because this is just how I want the song to sound like. Wanna fight about it? No thanks.

Here's the song. Like it. Love it. Share it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, myspace, and every other social media site you kids are into nowadays. Tell the world:

Freeg is back.

And BROKE.