Sanctuary pudding. Tango fortresses fortify my clandestine sanctuary. Fortification saves your cigars from gravy. Yeah. You save it from warm liquids which quickly cool. Camel back spiders. Camel spiders quench. Numb your limb and eat it. I am telling you. Numb your limb and eat it. Get me my Smith Corona so I can type a real thing without being becoming zronpurux. A meticulous lobotomy is what they will give me after a typing of any lengthy proportion.
I know Robins of sons exist. I know Ashes of Von exist. I know Norra of Anders exist. I know Raveling of Ravels exist. I know Cases of Torms. I know something about opening windows and doors. There is a will among Wilks. I also know how to move quietly, creep across creepy wood floors. I’d like to know the first among us. Is there one? Is there a Primus? Crap. There is a lot of insanity within a few socketoweea songs! BOOM! There was a bomb (home made) that went off in the distance. Don’t worry, you will not die. It has ended. Just one reminder. Listen to that Miscellaneous Debris or you will never experience vibrations that can occur within one half hour.
Don’t Die!
P.S. Thank You, Avon

Last night I went to a satisfying show held on a college campus. Two bands were playing. One which I never thought I would ever have the chance to see. The good bands just do not come around here anymore. The band is called 


