Will I see you in the city?

Tarthreepio is a ancient supermassive anthropomorphic omniscient purple mountain deity that came to being in present form roughly 93,000 years ago (The UberCaplesia Epoch). Tarthreepio is a naturally occurring entity; it originated from the infinitesimal 3 lightyear length metagrid minefield of Precious Tritium formerly located in the space which Mankind now calls "The Cove". In the span of about a million years of geological formation, due to the infinitely psychedelic properties of Precious Tritium, the mountain developed sentience, consciousness, (both self consciousness and universal consciousness), unfathomable intelligence and the soul of a Poet. After 20,000 years of harvesting the psychedelic Precious Tritium (i.e. getting impeccably RIPPED) the Mountain gained omniscience and was granted the title of "Tarthreepio" or "Blessed Mountain" [as translated from the Ancient Rip language]. Tarthreepio was revered as a deity by the Rippers, an ancient human tribe. It was a spiritual advisor and mentor to all, and welcomed all to indulge in the precious tritium located within. however, all this was brought to an abrupt halt when a decree was enacted by the Neo Caplesian Congress (dominated by the effervescent Neo Wonkan Worker's Party who claim right to the Neo Caplesian throne by right of heritage), which confined Tarthreepio to a life of eternal solitude deep beneath the foundations of Neo Caples, unable to get Ripped, for its Precious Tritium was stolen to power Neo Caples. All it wants to do is get ripped, but no one hears its hollow cries...Amidst its eternal rumbling aum one can just barely hear it sing.... 
"Let me get Ripped
It's been 40,000 Years since i've been Ripped. 
Please help me to get Ripped. 
I need to get so Ripped
Then I will be free. 
Please take me to Chris Stahl
Chris Stahl I need to see
he can help me to get Lit
Tarthreepio's my name......"


Tarthreepio

Kresblamania (feat. the Infomaniac)

imagine yourself alone on a sidewalk in san fran with nothin but your pack of butts and bottle of spanish whiskey to cool your fiery sorrows

Spanish Whiskey

a city scape taken over by corruption and rampant totalitarian TV audience 

The Pizza Bowl

A beautiful ballad of Nietzschean philosophy

Zarathustra (feat. the Infomaniac)

Lets Go (feat. Infomaniac)

Just imagine:

It's 1973 at the Cove.  You sit at the bar with your can of Pabst and engage in conversation with the dude next to you.  You're talking about the big game when, quietly at first, a voice begins to sing;
    "It was 1973 at the Cove."
And before you know it, the whole place is Lit in song and once again you find yourself just passin on a doob.

1973 At The Cove

"Down, down, down they go
into the Atomic sea
carlos the dwarf has fallen through
along with Seth LaCheese..."
R.I.P Seth LaCheese, the shrill cries of the Bean Caointe fill the air of Cyberspace and mark a new transcendence into the Great Unknown. Decay is inherent in all things compounded, therefore do not attach yourself to the sands of the hourglass...they inevitably slip away into the next formation. Eternally becoming and eternally passing away, we find our hope and meaning through the great flux of the absurd.
Good Luck. 


The Death Of Seth LaCheese

Posthumous tune: 
A Tale of Desire, Duty, and the overcoming. 

Wizards Pizza, Wizards Pizza
is on my mind, is on my mind
Wizards Pizza, Wizards Pizza 
is on my mind, is on my mind

Ben Berliner, Adam Broil
walk into the Wizard Pizza
they look up and try to order
“Can I have one?
Can I have one?”

I am the WIzard:
Bow before my majesty.

If you answer my one question
You’ll have the pizza of your dreams. 

Can you name the
can you name the
Pizza of the Week?

Come now, don’t be shy
let me hear you speak. 

The Wizard Pizza

Simple truth of life, what more can you say?

We Should Get A Pizza

Mister Pizza Pepperoni Man

Just Passing On A Toon To You

hi here, hi there and high everywhere! calling all Rippers, Lit hounds and toasted cyberdogs alike: Name's Seth, Seth LaCheese, your one and only friendly neighborhood Space Bot gratefully bringing you a little taste of transdimensional static pizzafunk from deep within the blue hour caverns of the Subterranean Antiscapes. 
all electric songs are created on the Deep Web using garage band musical typing key borg but my "h" key is broken so i cannot use that when playing (ctrl v doesnt work for this project) so none of the songs have the h key so all apologies for the inconvenience. if youre looking for music that includes the "h" key well you came to the wrong place so sorry. all Sonic Western melodies and lyrics (which don't require the "h" key)are ripped and improvised by the great Dr. Neodrow and Galaxy Eyes. if you have any Dog Thoughts then by all means make them heard! all are welcome! we are all Seth LaCheese! with Tarthreepio and the holy Rip as our witnesses, we implore you to keep groovin + STAY LIT!
ok

Seth LaCheese

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